CristalShandaLear's Journal: Nicer than Nice

Dude.

Some people are just nice.

I know it's said that nice guys finish last and all that, but what about nice girls?

Yeah, probably us too. That still doesn't stop me from being infinitely greatful for all the nice things people have done for me lately.

Like the lady who barely knows me at work, but covered my shift TWO DAYS in a row, because I needed to be with my daughter.

Or my mom who shared her car with me for over a week, because I wouldn't have the money to get my own fixed and she wouldn't hurt my pride by offering the money. She gave me what I asked for, the loan of a ride, instead of the loan of money, which I know is what she would have preferred to do. (She said so after I got the car back and we had a good laugh about it, but she loved me enough not to kick me when I was down).

My godmother who died at the age of 100 this past January. But she sent me quarters for laundry when I was in college, gave me great advice about boys all through high school, took me to see Santa every winter I can remember until I got "too old" and then we just baked cookies and hung out.

Or any woman at my church who's ever given me a nod, or hug, or encouragement. And all the women who now look after child when I'm not around simply because she's my kid.

Or the lady next door who is totally anal about her grass and lawn, but never says anything to me about mine. She knows I'm working 80 hours a week and I'll do it as soon as I'm not at sleep or at work (or posting on Slashdot).

This post doesn't fit into anything here. No techie stuff, no diatriabes about the pains of being a newbie or jill end user in an increasingly tech world.

Just a moment of being greatful for my real life people who are nicer to me than I probably deserve.