We don’t always summon the strength to be kind. I know I don’t. Saunders in his brilliant speech (you can see it above) rolled out some thoughts on why it can be so difficult. Here’s why it is important: because we never know when kindness is especially needed.
A year ago, I was in Home Depot. To all the world, I looked like just another confused homeowner working out a project in his head. But the project was especially significant; I was selecting the wood to make a box to bury our dog, Pete, who was lying at home with the kids, in his final hours. I was barely holding it together, and in my confusion, I picked a piece of plywood off someone else’s cart.
I started toward the front. Then I heard footsteps. I can still hear them. It was the man, probably a contractor, who had picked out that very piece of wood. He moved fast, and his boots cracked against the concrete floor. He meant business. He didn’t say a word, but when he grabbed that plywood, reclaiming it, I could feel the whoosh of air and along with it his anger, his contempt. I can still feel it a year later. I tried to apologize, but he had no time for it.
Couldn’t blame him. He was trying to finish a job, and I was just some jerk costing him precious time. But he was wrong. I was a jerk who was struggling against an ocean of sadness.
Like Saunders says, it isn’t at all easy to be kind. There are times, he says, like the birth of a child or the death of a loved one, when we get our priorities straight and kindness appears as the logical choice. Those moments fade, and then we are back in the aisle at Home Depot, or in the parking lot at the bagel shop.
And sometimes, in spite of ourselves, we summon the strength to be kind.
“It happens. It happens.”
Thank you, bagel shop guy.
To the guy outside the bagel shop last Wednesday morning: You are my new hero.
I heard what you said to the girl who had just backed into your car. I saw it in slow motion: her hopping into her car, you pulling up to let your daughter out and then her car gliding out of its parking spot. I heard the crunch of metal as the back of her SUV bumped into your Corolla.
As I went by while you were still in the driver’s seat, deciding how to respond. Your door opened, you stood and turned toward the girl, who couldn’t have been half your age.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as she hopped out of the car, keys in one hand and coffee cup in the other. She said it like she meant it, and she was scared.
Then a pause.
“It happens,” you said. “It happens.”
You two spent a few minutes squatting down and looking at the damage. You probably ran your hand over the dent, calculating the repair costs, wondering if it covered the deductible. You took care of business.
But that wasn’t the important thing. Somehow you managed to take care of this young lady, who had just done a careless thing.
You somehow gathered the strength to be kind.
It was a year ago that George Saunders gave a powerful commencement address in the Dome, an 11-minute speech that has been viewed more than 100,000 times online. His theme, echoing Kurt Vonnegut, was the importance of kindness. The man at the bagel shop may not have heard the speech, may not have ever been to college, but he understood.
A CRUNCH, AND THEN A KINDNESS
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