Random acts of kindness

There's something cool about doing a good deed for perfect strangers.

Because the fact is, you don't know that person, probably will never run into them again and won't expect them to return that favor.

So it's all on you choosing to do an of kindness that might never be recognized, except by God. There is something magical about it. You feel as though you're one step closer to making the world a better place.

Maybe it doesn't feel magical to you when you do something. But have you ever been the person on the receiving end? It's like feeling something magical just happened.

I'm walking down my campus one day when I did a slight trip over nothing. I looked down to see that my flip flop had came off. Confused, I stopped and raised my foot and saw that my flip flop had broken.

I heard laughter while I picked up my shoe to inspect it. Yeah, I probably did look funny to them.

It was broad daylight, and there were several there people that probably saw what happened. Curious though, I glanced slightly to see where the laughter came from. Seemed like a group of girls but I couldn't care enough to make an effort to look at them.

It was hopeless, there was no way I could fix it and walk around in it. But they were my favorite slippers, so I stuck it in my Mary Poppins Bag (the bag that holds everything).

Sigh. I really love these slippers.

I looked down, trying to figure out what to do. I decided that my jeans would pretty much cover my foot and save me from too much embarrassment. I mean, besides from those that had seen what happened, and had found it amusing.

My dad was around the corner waiting for me anyways. I’d be there in another five minutes. I picked up my head, and kept walking.

Good thing I didn't drive today

Still, I was a bit conscious when I realized that my jeans weren’t doing a very good job covering my foot. And I looked kinda lame walking with an awkward shuffle.

Shuffle...slide...shuffle...slide... Awkwarddd

Surprisingly, I refused to let it bother me and kept walking.

Oh, well... Just walk. It's gonna be okay. Da dada dada da. Just walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.

While I was lost in my Lady Gaga song, I hear running behind me.

Why does it sound like someone running over to tackle me? Should I turn and look? It's coming closer...

I glanced around to see a Muslim girl running toward me.

Maybe she’s going toward the garbage....and is in a real big hurry.

So I kept walking.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

I stopped and turned around.

“Would you like to trade shoes?”

“Huh? Um... but...” But I’m missing a shoe, why would she want to trade shoes?

Still confused, I looked at her flip flops, and then lifted my pant leg to show her my empty foot.

“No my friends just saw what happened. They said that your shoe broke. I can trade shoes with you”

“OH. No it’s okay.” Oh…the laughing sound I heard was probably them.

“No really. My car is right here, and it looks like you have a bit of a walk. And it would be dangerous for you to walk without your shoe…”

“Oh no. Thank you so much but my dad is right around the corner…But thank you so much”

I hugged her, thanking her.

“Thank you again”

“Oh it’s not a problem”

And she walked away. As I kept walking happily thinking of the incident, I realized that I never asked her, her name.

Whoever she is, she is the sweetest person I have ever met. And wouldn’t it be great if everyone was like that? I wish I had gotten her name.