Well, I thought I'd share an existential moment.
I'm not at the top of my game. Struggling to get back to my former glory, employment wise. Working at Front Desk duty at two motels. Not a bad job, not a great job.
I'm finding myself communicating with people as never before. Just everyday people, asking everyday questions. I'm enjoying being able to help them.
I had an epiphany today.
A painter, painting rooms in the lesser motel, has a customer that has chickens. And has a surplus of eggs. The painter gave me 10 fresh eggs.
I was overwhelmed.
I don't even know how to say what I feel. A stranger gave me food. Why does it affect me this way? How often does a random act of kindness mean so much?
What a day.