Rewarding kindness
Aug 14th, 2006 by Leimamo
My brother tries to do things for himself despite his physical limitations. For instance, today he had a dentist appointment. I usually drive to pick him up, then drive him across the street from his apartment to the dentist’s office. It’s not that he can’t drive himself on his wheelchair, it’s because he can’t speak for himself and sometimes he needs me to translate for him or explain instructions in a way he can comprehend.
When I called him this morning to remind him about his appointment, he didn’t return my call. I was worried that he might have overslept so we decided to leave and ring him when we got to the lobby of his apartment building. On the way there, we spotted him near the dentist’s building and he told us that he was going there by himself. We’re all proud of him making the best of his situation and growing more and more independent every day.
After his appointment he went into the Credit Union and came out to show me that he could do a transaction without my assistance as he waved his cash in my face. I praised his accomplishment and he puffed out his chest a little. Typical male. Then we honied and he left to go home while I waited for hubby to be done with his dental appointment.
About 30 minutes after we get home I recieve a phone call from someone asking to speak to my brother. I explain that he doesn’t live here but I am his contact because he can’t speak. So the lady gives me her name then tells me that she found his fanny pack on the street and would like to return it to my brother. HOLY SHIT. For one, I’m shocked that someone was even returning it and two, we just conducted two tasks without my help. So I get her information and drive to her house to get his fanny pack. Then I drive to his apartment, ring his room and tell him to come downstairs because I have his bag. He says the only words that flow easily from his mouth. “Oh fuck. Thank you.” I tell him we should drive back to the lady’s house and he should go thank her personally and we also gave her some money for the return of his pack. It wasn’t the money we were concerned about. It was his ID, Medical Card, other things that are a headache to replace.
When we offered her the money, she didn’t want to take it but we pleaded with her and explained that we were very grateful for what she had done. It wasn’t much we were offering but hopefully enough to buy her something nice for her good deed.
Wow dese days as pretty most unheard of yeah. But even so there are still people who do unto others as they would others do dem so den, its all good.
That happened to my daughter, she walked out of Dennys at 3am, when she reached the car she realized she forgot her small backpack, wasn’t even a minute & it vanished yeah. A couple of days later I got a call from a lady in Bullhead City, AZ across the river from Laughlin, NV. She said her son was throwing his trash in a McDonalds trashcan and saw da bag, he pulled it out & took it home & told his Mom to try to find the owner. They found my ph# and she sent it to me. Da money was gone which was maybe $20 but all da ada stuff, IDs was still all there.
Da lady told me dat her son had gotten his wallet stolen too so he knew how it felt so he didn’t want somebody to feel like that.
I think there is moe good people then bad in da world but all we read about is da bad stuffs and not da good .
Malama pono.
That’s the great thing about living in a small community, people here are usually very helpful and friendly. They’re trusting and trustworthy, something you don’t usually find in big cities. But you’re right, I think there are more good people than we hear about. Too bad they don’t make the news headlines too often. Mostly we hear about the rich guys who donate monies so they can use that as tax write offs. No matter though, it’s a win-win situation.
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