The Kindness Of Strangers

A few days ago, I took a different route home. I didn’t know why but I felt the urge to walk down a street I don’t travel often. At the intersection, I spied something in the middle of the road and I passed it by, like everyone else did. But then I crossed the street again and picked it up because no one else did. It was very clearly someone’s wallet. One of those tiny coin holder things made to fit a couple of cards and a few bills. I opened it up and sure it enough, there was a little over $30 in cash and coins, and about 5 cards. I looked at the ID to match it with the faces milling around, then rooted around for a card with a telephone number, a business card, maybe? Finding nothing, I dropped the little coinlet in my purse and continued along my way.

The next day, I went to the post office and exchanged the cash for a money order, wrote the young man’s name on it, put everything in an envelope and mailed it to him. Last week was his birthday. His identification card says he turned 21 in April. I imagine he’s probably anxious to get his ID card back so he can switch it for the one without the Under 21 stamp on it. But I bet he’ll be surprised to open up the mail in a couple days and find an envelope containing everything he lost on the street, especially not the money he’s probably sure he’ll never see again. 

It would be easy enough to not do anything, I guess. I mean, several other people at that intersection walked around and walked over and even stepped on this young man’s belongings, not noticing, not caring. It probably would have been easy for me to just ignore it too, except I remember when someone did that for me.

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It’s easy to do nothing. Sometimes kindness takes a little effort but it’s always worth it. A few months ago, I read Tennessee Williams’ play, A Streetcar Named Desire which includes Blanche’s oft-quoted line, I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers. It’s nice to dream about a world where strangers are nice but aren’t we strangers too? Shouldn’t we also be nice to the people around us? 

When was the last time someone went out of their way to help you? How did it feel?

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. It’s true people have become so depersonalized, they don’t respond to the needs of others. Happily, though I live in the centre of a capital city, I’m surrounded by a community of people that is, for the most part, mindful and responsive to the needs of others. How long that asks is another question because now money’s coming in to the neighbourhood, its gentrifying, the old shops are closing and things are changing.


  2. That’s so nice that you returned everything to him! That just shows that the world isn’t all too bad. 🙂


  3. Paul Goddard says:

    Thank you for sharing your story of kindness.
    The Bible says, “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”


  4. That feeling of satisfaction after doing something kind – like you returning that man’s wallet – is the incentive to keep do kind things. It really does feel better to give. I think we forget this though.

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    1. Run Wright says:

      Thanks for reading, Elysha. I would want someone to do that for me. I think we all would. It helps if we remind ourselves to treat others the way we would want to be treated in that situation.


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