Posted by Gracie2 on October 23, 2002, at 22:47:59
In reply to Reposted: What people did before antidepressants, posted by Dr. Bob on October 23, 2002, at 18:07:36
I live in the city, in a very old neighborhood that's somewhat bohemian. Most houses here are over 100 years old and rehabbed, private residences. Some are mansions, and some were hacked up into flats and rented out as Section-8 apartments.
The other morning I shuffled out to my car (which was parked on a square of cement that used to house a garage before it burned down), balancing a coffee cup and other stuff. I started to unlock the car door, and then I heard a noise close to me.It startled me, and then I saw a man relieving himself in the corner a few feet away. Being a city dweller, this didn't really alarm me. I just sighed and threw me stuff in the car, but then he zipped and walked over to me. That really got my attention, but I still wasn't frightened. He was somebody that needed watching, though.My husband says that I'm scared of the wrong stuff, and I guess that's true. I was raised in the city. I'm scared of parties, and public meetings, and telemarketers, and meeting the neighbors, and new jobs. But I'm not frightened by the city or the people in it.
Anyway, this man walked up to me and apologized for urinating in front of me. He said he was embarrassed and sorry. Then he walked away without hitting me up for money or anything. It was a refined act in a kind of tough neighborhood,
and I remembered him for it.
Small kindnesses count.
-Gracie
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