Remembering the golden rule


Remembering the golden rule

So the other day I was sitting on my front porch drinking a fresh cup of coffee and chatting on the phone with a friend about how my day had been.

I look over and see my neighbor, an older woman who lives about five houses down, walk down to the mailbox and fall face first onto her lawn.

I stood up shocked at what I had seen and waited a few seconds to see if she would get up.

I watched for about one minute and she didn’t move. I put my coffee down and ran up to her house to see if she was okay. When I got there she was laying on her back, grabbing her ankle. I extended my hand to help her up. She sat up, explained that she stepped into a pothole and fell down. After she stood, she thanked me for running down to help her, introduced herself, and welcomed me to the neighborhood.

As I walked back to my house I realized something. About four cars passed by as I was running to her rescue. It was a bright, clear day and this woman was laying on her back in her front yard near the mailbox. It got me thinking about human decency.

Now, I am not a die-hard humanitarian or anything but I wondered what happened to human decency. Have we become so engulfed in our own lives that we forget about other people? This woman thanked me profusely for coming to her aid. I appreciated the fact that she was thank ful, but she apologized so many times I wondered if she didn’t expect anyone to come.

Just living day-to-day life I see examples of this everywhere, whether it be a man on a bicycle that is being honked at by an aggravated driver or a woman carrying so many bags of groceries to her car that she is struggling to see where she is going while cars follow close behind just to take her parking spot it is evident that decency is dead. In a world where there is so much pressure to buy certain things or do certain things to make you feel good, it’s easy to forget that being appreciated and recognized can give you ultimate satisfaction and doesn’t cost a dime.

So many people do not have that respect and appreciation for others that it makes the few who seem amazing. I recently met this woman in Starbucks that surprisingly ordered the same thing I did, a caramel apple spice which is not a popular choice at Starbucks. We began chatting about our love of hot apple juice and caramel and as we spoke I realized this woman was such a joy to be around. She smiled the entire time she spoke, she listened just as much as she spoke and she gave off this positive energy that I was praying was infectious.

Midway through our spices she went back up to the counter for a bagel and brought one back page 26