Although today wasn’t the most productive day, the first-hand experience of a good-deed cycle was enough to brighten my day.
In order to reach SouthCenter mall, I had to switch from a bus to a red-line train then hop on another bus. I was disoriented as soon as I got off the first bus, so I approached a middle-age man for direction. Not only did he walk with me to the station, he emphasized three times that I had to take the “redline.”I thanked him politely and inattentively jumped onto the first train arrived. 5 second later, I heard a hubbub homing in on me. Amongst all the confusion I heard a woman said “you’re on the wrong train.” Then a gentleman requested, “somebody, press the open-door button for her, please.” Then some women told me I was on the blue-line train and gave me instruction on how to get back. Only then it occurred to me that within those fleeting 5 seconds the middle-age man who previously took me to the station transmitted the message to me across the long train cart. Most of the passengers on the train were immediately aware of my mistakes and reacted upon it quickly. Everyone knew what’s going on before I did! The door was shut and the train moved on without mercy. Had there not been these bunch random strangers who bothered to inform me, I would’ve probably gone on till the last stop, or at least for couple more stops before I realized something was wrong.
Thankfully I managed to find the next bus stop with no problem. While awaiting for bus 10S to come, a 10N driver was directing an old man in his 70s towards our stop. I overheard the driver patiently explaining to him that he had to take bus 10S and that he should inform the corresponding driver to let him off on 90Ave and Fairmont DR as soon as he gets on the bus. Apparently they weren’t totally on the same page. The man barely understood any English only held out a piece of paper scribbled with an address and Romanian letters. I noticed that the man did not say a word to the driver when he got on, so I secretly pulled out my phone and looked out for the man. When the bus was approaching the 90ave, the man still showed no sign of getting off. So, I rang the bell and went up to him, “hey, I think this is your stop. You wanted to get off on 90ave and Fairmont, right?” He smiled with confusion and thrusted the paper to me. Acknowledging my endeavor to help out, the amiable driver pulled over, and I showed him the paper. Together, we keyed in the address in my GPS and helped this man who spoke not a word of English to reach his destination.
The driver gave me a big smile, “thank you so much, young lady. You have completed your good deed of the day. You can rest now.” Then he turned over to another passenger and added, “imagine if everyone would just get out of their way to help another person like that, how amazing the world would be.” As a humanitarian, I couldn’t agree more. But my biggest driving force to ensure this man reach his destination was the help from those strangers on the train who made sure I reach my destination.
Good deeds will pass on as a chain reaction 🙂