Well, it’s been quite a week—I have to comment on it. Last week didn’t start off so great, but once again I am reminded of how much more GOOD there is in the world than bad. My heart is just so warmed by this story that I can’t keep it to myself.
So our tale begins with an innocent trip to none other than Black Angus in Burbank. Real wild place. I was getting dinner with my boyfriend’s family and had a nice time catching up. Mind you, we were all particularly excited because we just got a new (used) Honda Civic. After driving a (gold) Toyota Corrolla for over ten years, I was more than ecstatic to get a new car. I had been pining for one for quite a while and was just over the moon about this new (silver) car.
So you can imagine my horror when we walked back to the parking lot and saw the glass shattered on the back passenger window. It took me a second to realize what had happened…and then after I saw the window jiggled open I knew. At first I didn’t think anything had been stolen and then I remembered. I had a testing kit, called the WISC, right in that spot. Now if you’re interested in child assessment, you would know that this test kit costs a pretty penny—over a thousand dollars to be exact. But to a thief, I can only imagine the disappointment they had when they opened the briefcase only to find blocks and children’s pictures. Almost as disappointed as me.
So the next day, with a heavy sigh, we took the car to the dealership to have the window and door fixed. $800, please. And then I went to the testing center at Pepperdine. Sorry for what happened to you, but you still owe $500. Even bigger sigh. With a big tuition bill coming up, I went numb in my seat.
And then the story changed.
Some of my classmates found out about my plight. So many of them checked in with me and said they were sorry about what happened to me. That would have been enough. But then, after I returned from my trip to State College, Pennsylvania, a classmate came up to me and handed me an envelope. In it was a card filled with kind words from all of my classmates AND almost $300 to help me pay for the WISC kit. All a surprise to me, they pooled together to help me out, just like that.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that degree of generosity. I was floored. The amount of love and compassion sent my way was just beyond. For feeling so sad about what happened, I felt a hundred times more gratitude and hope for our world. There are such good people out there, and I’m lucky enough to have some of them in my life. Mind you, we’ve known each other for just about three months and they looked out for me. It’s comforting to know that they all have the ambition to be psychologists someday—can you define a more empathetic and understanding group of humans?
I just felt like this amount of goodness was too good to keep to myself. Stories like these should be shared. I am inspired to give when I can and take part in those acts of kindness whenever I can. My classmates showed me what true thoughtfulness is…incredible.
Can we put them on the Ellen show now?
With the holidays approaching, I hope that only wonderful things come your way. And if you have a bit of bad luck like I did, I hope there is someone who is willing to offer love and hope to remind you that there is still much more good than bad in our world.