Over the next year, I’m going to share 100 ways to give. The 100 days won’t be in a row, but will be over the entire year. Cora taught me so much about giving, being there for people and loving each other. Most of these ways to give will use little to no money. See previous posts in this series here.
My husband walked in the door after a long day of fighting the 10 inches of snow on the ground and brutal temps, looked at the monitor we have to monitor the alley and the garage and flew through the back door.
“Someone is stuck back there,” he said.
“You just got home, and we don’t even know them,” I said. I’m all for helping people, as often as possible, but I’ve learned that “as possible” is different to my husband. No one knew he saw them in the alley. He didn’t help out of a sense of guilt.
It’s one of the biggest reasons I love him. If he notices someone with a taillight out, he’ll drive out of his way to tell them, when I would just ignore and go on.
In brutal temps, hot or cold, he stops and asks elderly folks on bikes or walking if they’d like rides.
Things that this day and age many of us don’t do.
Including seeing someone stuck on a monitor and racing to help, even when you’ve been working all day.
This winter, I’ve thought a lot about how we all need to help each other to get through. I’ve witnessed so many acts of kindness with people helping out. I’ve been part of and witnessed people just walk by without even trying (like the teenagers who just walked down the middle of the road and stared at me when I was stuck in the snow one early morning).
A few weeks after he helped those people, we became stuck in the alley. I’m not much help with pushing and we just couldn’t break free. A neighbor pulled into his garage and immediately came to help.
As I thanked him profusely, he said it was no problem and that it was his girlfriend my husband had helped a few weeks earlier (the car on the monitor).
Times like a brutal winter remind us that we really need each other to get through. We need to help push other people’s cars. We need to shovel sidewalks that aren’t ours. We need to offer rides (when we feel safe, my husband doesn’t do it when I’m in the car, and many times offers the pick-up truck bed for the people to jump in).
We need to just notice people around us a little more. We might not realize someone needs help because we’re not paying attention. I didn’t notice those people on the monitor. If I did, it probably wouldn’t have even clicked that I should help them.
I love my husband for noticing, and for helping when he does.