I got a text message telling me where to pick up the best pork and subsequent plans to take a trip there shortly. Evidence was mounting that this person had mistakenly messaged me. For starters, I didn’t recognize the number but the clincher was that I’m vegan. I replied to the message, letting them know they’d contacted the wrong number. I received a prompt Ok sorry to which I replied Oh no worries, take care. A minute or so later I got a text back: You too, have a great day.
The message took little time and effort but I can tell you that this person’s wish for me to have a great day turned up the love. I felt a bit safer and a bit happier to be in a world where a stranger took the time to wish me a great day.
I am a compassion crazed nut about little interactions like this. They make me light with gratitude. I’m not suggesting we start sending random well wishes to whatever phone number we can dream up. Not at all. This would quickly fall into the realm of disingenuine. But when we do get a chance to be a little sweeter, gentler and more thoughtful to others, regardless of what we will get in return, then a craving for compassionate living starts to boil.
The driver that waited so another car could pull out into heavy traffic. The clerk who noticed the eggs were a little worse for wear and pointed it out before they were taken home. The person who made eye contact and gave that little nod of recognition: Hey other human being, I see you.
These tiny, fleeting interactions are nourishing for the souls of such social creatures. They remind us of how interconnected we are. And the reminder can be as simple and lovely as letting a stranger know you hope they have a great day.