Random Acts of Kindness – Brooklyn, January 24th, 2019
I’ve been trying to notice kindness. Trying to actively look out for it. To practice it. During winter, in this divided nation, in these dark and cynical times, I find it helpful to see the everyday good in people. Something as simple as holding a door, giving up a seat, or a bus driver waiting a second longer for the stressed out sprinter late for work. You can find 100 of them every day if you ‘re looking. I’ve been the recipient of some pretty spectacular acts of kindness. I could write a book of random acts of kindness but Saoirse is likely to wake up any second, so instead I’ll try to share just one.
Ten years ago I was touring ‘Be There If I Have to Swim’, in Europe with my good friend David Ryhart. We were mostly traveling by train. Sleeping in friends houses, and the very, occasional hotel. We had one particularly arduous journey from Lannion, on the west coast of France to the Hague in the Netherlands. It involved a 5am wake up and four train switches. Our final change was in Brussels. I sat down opposite David and waited for the flood of relief to wash over me. The relief of knowing that you’ve completed all your connections. You’re on the final leg of a long days travel. Instead I was shat on by the realization that I’d left one of my bags on the previous train 12 platforms away. I sprinted through the Belgian commuters, the European Parliament employees and the get-out-of-my-way-you’re-walking-too-slow tourists. I go there just in time. Just in time to see the train pull out of Brussels and head back towards France. I was disgusted. So angry with myself. The bag contained my SM58 microphone, my Boss tuner and about 50 CDs.
Grumpy Nee-all Dissolves.
Random Act Of Kindness Meets Traveling Musician Tangent