While I’d be the first to describe myself as a cheerful optimist, one of my favorite pasttimes is lamenting the lack of courtesy in my day-to-day interactions with other people. Hardly anyone holds the door for me (or anyone else that’s entering or exiting the QuikTrip). It’s rare that someone makes eye contact or listens when I reply to their “Have a nice day” with an upbeat “You too!” and a smile. And I’ve never received a thank you note for Christmas gifts in the mail from any of my cousin’s kids, who definitely know how to read and write.
I don’t think people are intentionally unmannerly; I think they don’t care. Or maybe they don’t know. Or they’re too busy with their own lives. Whatever the reason, it makes me feel discouraged sometimes.
Yesterday, when I wrote a post asking for positive thoughts for my sick dog, I was overwhelmed with well-wishes and concern. People told me they’d pray for my dog. For my dog! This outpouring of kindness from you, who are mostly people I’ve never met in person, and many real-life friends, was deeply touching.
So thanks, y’all. I very much appreciated your caring thoughts, your prayers, and your regard for Buttons’ cuteness. Buttons spent the night at the her regular vet clinic and is receiving fluids throughout today. The vet reports Buttons is improving and is absolutely optimistic she’ll recover.
I am grateful that courtesy and kindness are alive and well, at least in my part of the world.