Hello again, writers and creators. It’s me, your randomly appearing admin! xD
Tonight I want to share with you all.. a story. One of my favourite memories since moving to the city four years ago.
My fiance and I haven’t had the greatest finances, for the entirety of our 8-year relationship. Some of it’s not our fault, some of it is. The last few years was especially hard, with periods where we were teetering on the edge of job loss and eviction. After bills we would often have only $1 to our name.
It was one of those weeks last year, where we were down to the wire. I had spent the entire day crying, because it had been another day of empty-handed job hunting. I had been unemployed for four months already and was losing my mind trying to figure out how we were going to make it because I was also being sued over my student loans (that is a very long story for another day).
I sincerely felt like my life was a complete waste. I hated myself every day because I just couldn’t make myself “do what I was supposed to do” anymore. I was really starting to give up on myself and on my life. My fiance came home from work, and suggested we use our last $1 to get an iced tea from the gas station, to cheer me up.
We bundled up and headed outside. It was starting to get dark and it had snowed all week, but we like to take walks late. As we were headed down the sidewalk, something caught my fiance’s eye - Sticking out of the snow was a lone $50 bill.
We FREAKED. Those sorts of things NEVER happen to me, so I was blown away. Such a small amount of money, but it had such a big impact on our mood. We decided to do one of our favourite things with it… get Mexican food!
We rushed over to our favourite Mexican restaurant and ordered big meals~! It was all great as usual, and our waitress was a woman we were served by often and she was also great as usual. She gave us the bill and it was around $30. On a whim, I put the $50 bill in the little black folder thing (what is that thing called anyway??) and handed it back. I told her to keep the rest as the tip.
She stopped and gave me a confused look, “A $20 tip?? Are you sure??” I told her yes, we’d found the money on the sidewalk anyway so it was totally fine. She was so flattered and even the other servers were happy as we left.
As my fiance and I walked back home, we were both elated! It felt amazing to be able to leave such a large tip, we’d never been able to do something like that before! For a moment, my really shitty existence didn’t feel so shitty, because I was able to make someone smile today with a kind gesture.
My advice is this - When the world makes you feel shitty, when you make you feel shitty, when you think you have nothing to offer and are running out of hope..
Do something nice for someone else. It doesn’t have to be money, or some big grand display. It could be something as simple as leaving a positive comment on someone’s artwork, or holding a door open for someone struggling with groceries, or taking a solitary walk around the park to pick up trash. Anything. Give other people something to believe in again. Give yourself something to believe in again…