The Kindness of Strangers: For Good Luck
While Kenny and I were standing outside of the dealer doing the final walk-around of the bikes, a man who was also a customer walked over to my bike. In his hand he held a folded dollar bill. He smiled at me, quietly tucked it under the seat of my Tiger and said, “for good luck.”
I said what I always seem to say when I am touched by the thoughtfulness of a stranger, “I hope your good will comes back to you ten-fold.” And I meant it.
This person who didn’t know me from Eve felt moved to wish good fortune on me. I was really touched by that.
Not a day goes by in this life where I don’t say, “Wow.”
Have you ever been touched by the kindness of a stranger?
Yes, and it is startling. Living in New York (as we do), we’re not used to kindness and generosity from strangers. My hand tends to cover my wallet when someone acts friendly here.
Realizing the effect these acts have on me, I try to do them for others whenever possible. Even something as small as holding a door for someone or being polite can bring a smile to their face and turn around their day.
That is a really nice gesture I like that a lot. You meet the nicest people when riding.
You aren’t kidding. I don’t exactly know what the bond is – but its something that runs deep.