My Kindness of Strangers/Angels Among Us Experience(s)
Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soul nourishing romantic women’s fiction with light paranormal elements. My stories show you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where you are unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with this support, you make choices to overcome the darkest nights of your life to choose love and light.
Two experiences immediately popped up in my mind when Sarah McDermed, Co-Blog Queen, and I were talking about Romancing The Genre’s 2025 themes. Both happened in the early 2000’s, when I was in Sydney, Australia attending The William Glasser International Conference. I chose to stay a couple extra days to see more of a country I’d always been fascinated by.
One day I took a tour bus to the Sydney Zoo. It is located outside of the city and took some time to get there. I loved seeing all the animals I’d read about in person. I even got to pet a koala! I will admit I was smitten with the place and went to the gift shop to find a perfect something to bring home as a souvenir.
Package in hand I went out to get on the bus and it had
gone!
Now what!
Yikes!
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I went back in the gift shop and talked to staff.
Yes, I’d missed the bus and they don’t come back.
No, there isn’t another bus. Transportation back to
Sydney was difficult to come by.
My mind was swarming with all of the possible
challenges including missing my plane back to the United States.
My gratitude for the kindness of the bus driver and
other passengers was immense. They did come back and get me and in so doing,
became my guardian angels in disguise. Just writing about this experience
brings both the panic and relief along with a deep sense of gratitude I still
feel to this very day.
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Australian Butterfly Sanctuary |
The second one also occurred in Australia. I’d spent a few days in Cairns, visited the Butterfly Sanctuary and got very ill trying to float on the water with a scuba mask on so I could see underwater and hopefully a bit of the Great Barrier Reef. So sick I almost missed my plane back to Sydney to catch my connecting flight for the return home.
In those days I traveled with a giant suitcase and
carry on as well as a backpack that contained my purse, a book to read, etc. So
here I am, trying to pull my giant suitcase with the carry on strapped to it
and my backpack slung over one shoulder. (I never figured out how to put if
over both shoulders). I swear it was at least a mile from where I got off the
smaller domestic flight to the international gate. I was exhausted (remember
I’d been so sick the day before and didn’t sleep that well that night). I’m
tugging Pounds of Stuff that in those days was precious to me.
Out of nowhere these two young men approached me and
asked if they could help me with my luggage. Again, the profound relief I felt
then brings tears to my eyes now.
I told you there were two rescues that stood out. However as I was writing this post a third
popped up. This one was in Ireland…actually there are two.
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Number 1 was in Dublin in 1994. My best friend, also a
Judith, and I had rented a car so we could tour some of the country before
attending The William Glasser International Conference. We had hardly started
on our journey to the Ashford Castle in western Ireland when we had a flat
tire.
Yes, flat tire in Dublin in rush hour! Judith and I
both packed for Any and All Eventualities and the trunk was bursting. And don’t
forget it was raining and I’d been traveling since the dawn of time! (Portland,
Oregon, USA to Dublin, Ireland is not a hop, skip and a jump.
Before we could even get the luggage out of the trunk,
the Gardia came. Traffic control for Dubliners but the bigger blessing for us
is they took charge. The sidewalk was almost impassable due to our luggage.
They not only changed the tire, they gave us directions to a shop where the
tire could be repaired.
And yes, we experienced a couple more flat tires. At that time Ireland didn’t have steel
belted radial tires on the rental cars and I didn’t actually realize that every
rut or pothole could break the seal and cause a flat.
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As we (I actually did the driving because it was a
stick and Judith only drove an automatic) traveled around the Ring of Kerry, we
had another flat tire just past Waterville.
We knew the drill. Open trunk and begin to haul out
massive suitcases. Sigh!
And then a young couple pulled up behind us, helped not
only unload suitcases but also changed the tire and loaded things back up
again.
We’re ready to go? Right?
Another heart-felt sigh…the front tire was flat. This
young couple had turned around and saw us still standing there on their way back
towards Waterville. Learning of our plight, they again took charge.
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They drove us back to Waterville, had our tire repaired
while buying us our first Guinness, and then took us back to the car and put
the repaired tire on.
As you have probably guessed, we were soooo thankful!
And as we were sipping our Guinness and thanking them
profusely, we asked them why they’d stopped.
And were stunned by their response.
We reminded them of their mums, they said. Adding they
would have wanted someone to stop and help them if their mums were in similar
circumstances.
Only one more flat tire on that road trip. Lug nuts
were so tight we couldn’t loosen them. Again, someone (by that time I was so
exhausted the details are gone) changed that tire.
We drove on into the night with no idea what was going
to happen as it was several hours to Dublin and I wasn’t in any shape to do
that long a drive when we spotted an open gate and a sign that announced a Bed
and Breakfast.
Another kindness from a stranger. The woman welcomed us
and even brought us tea and scones. I will admit now that I could have stayed
and spent the day relaxing.
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However the Conference awaited.
Some of you reading this may wonder if I’ve ever
experienced the kindness of strangers here in the United States. I know I have
and that might be a blog post on another day. What stands out to me with the
examples I’ve shared here is the kindness shown to people they didn’t know and
would never see again (well, except for the double flat tires around the Ring
of Kerry).
All these years later, I still feel the welling of
gratitude when I remember these experiences. Paying it forward, perhaps not by
hauling luggage or changing tires, but by other means to ease someone else’s
life, their challenges. One of my favorites is flirting with fussy children in
grocery lines. A simple thing but having had fussy children in grocery lines, I
know how grateful I was when they were distracted and I could more easily
finish checking out.
Where do you pay it forward?
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