Im sorry.
I'm sorry that the world is in turmoil.
I'm sorry that people are weak, pathetic fools.
I'm sorry that the kindness you bless this planet with is rarely noticed, let alone returned.
You.
The kind being who smiles and talks to the bagger at the market, laughing off the ripped bag or the dented can and telling him not to worry about it.
Carrying that armfull of groceries back to the car, but not before leaving a few cans for the salvation army table outside.
Finding every bit of change from your pockets to give to the homeless man begging in the parking lot.
Giving him the ten you were saving for lunch because you know that though you may be hungry right now, you have a home to go back to, and he does not.
Waiting in your parking space for too long because of a very slow old woman pushing her cart behind your bumper to get to her car.
It's no worry. You get out and help her too, putting her groceries into her car, smiling wide and telling her to have a nice day.
On your drive home, you use your turn signals, but you don't get angry at the people who don't. You get cut off on the road by some guy in a sports car, but it's okay. They are all probably in a hurry. So many things to do. You hope they all get to where they are going, safe.
There is a very skinny dog limping down the road. Someone must have dropped him off and forgotten about their little furry friend. Well, no one should go witbout food, so he's your little furry friend now.
He needs a bath, he fusses and whines when the water gets him. He splashes water everywhere. You're pretty sure that there is mud all over your house now, but your furry friend just doesn't understand yet.
On your way to the vet the next day, a man runs across the street and flips you off, shouting obscenities. Good thing you can't her much through the window. You assume he must be having a bad day, and you silently hope his day improves. No one should go to bed at the end of the day in a bad mood.
The vet gives you a look when you bring in the very skinny dog. You explain that he's a stray, but he's yours now. You don't blame the vet for her assumptions of you. You're sure she has seen too many cases of skinny dogs before.
On the way out, you remember to put a handful of ones into the charity jar. Too many skinny dogs need food, hopefully this will help a bit.
A couple walks in with their small, jittery pup, giving you the stink eye. They must think you starve your friend too. At least they are taking care of their tiny pup, and you commend them mentally for disliking someone who(in their perspective) was potentially starving their dog. Fear not, friends, he will be healthy soon.
While on a walk in the park, a jogger bumps into you rather harshly, shouting something over their headphones. The collision wasn't exactly your fault, but you apologize anyway because they must not have seen you. Accidents happen.
You are in the gas station market when you hear the little bell ring, Shouting and crying, crashing and the sounds of the till opening. You act quickly, shielding the remaining people near you with yourself, trying to keep everyone calm. The robber is more frightened than you are, shaking with the gun in his hands. You hope that when this is all over, that he makes good choices. Or... at least better choices. When the robber has fled, you help clean up the store with the gas station attendant.
No one was hurt.
You are glad.
You.
You are a person who is so rare, I've only created you in my mind.
I know you exist, and I strive to be at least half of what you are.
You, who doesn't fall prey to anger, but tries to see things from the other person's view. Who knows beyond your own life, that there is much to understand.
The world does not deserve to have a person like you in it.
People are not worthy of your kindness, though you give it away for free on a daily basis.
You.
I hope you continue to exist. I hope things get better. I hope people get better.
Not so the world will be greater for me, or any of us, but for you.
Just
You.
