How A Neighbor Blew Me Away (And Didn't)

A few days ago a young man blew me away by not blowing me away.

I was walking my dog on the sidewalk by his house where he was using a leaf blower to move a large pile of leaves and grass to the front corner of his lawn. My dog pulled ahead of me, unaware of the machine generated wind storm closing in on her, straining toward the green patches where she could leave her mark. He looked up, saw us coming and shut off the leaf blower. He wasn't blowing the leaves directly in my direction and his yard was raised above the sidewalk, at the top of a small slope, so we weren't even that close. But he shut it off anyway.
Not by accident.

Not because he was done with his work.
But because he saw me coming and did not want to disturb me or my dog with the noise or debris. I was in shock for a moment, then I thanked him and smiled. He nodded from the middle of his lawn and smiled back. He waited until I was several houses past his yard and then I heard the machine go back on again.
I shook my head in disbelief.  Wow. That was nice. And so unexpected.
So kind.
I immediately wanted to put this story out there because I have heard from so many over the last year that they feel this world is getting dark and harsh-- and getting worse by the minute. They say it seems the light of kindness, the flicker of common courtesy--has burned out.
But just like my neighbor, we can change that one small moment at a time. Sounds so trite and way too simple, but it's true.
We can turn off the noise and notice the need in someone else. We can do small things that can have huge impacts.
Hold the door.
Listen.
Let someone go first.
Pay for the coffee of the person behind you.
Send a condolence note.
Call an old friend.
Post an encouraging comment online.
Brag about someone else's achievements.
Re-post good news.
Say thank you.
Leave a big tip.
Talk nicely about someone behind their back.
Give the gift of time to a family member.
Donate.
Remember the birthday of a co-worker.
Pick up someone else's trash.
Hand your gardener a cold drink.
Smile at a stranger.
Apologize.
Volunteer.
Here's another great idea: (I read this in my Neighborhood Watch blog.)
"It's hot! I challenge everyone to put an ice cooler full of cold drinks on their porch each day this summer with a sign that encourages USPS, Amazon, UPS and other delivery drivers to take one. So I did. How about you?"
I immediately thought that was a great idea and have had a cooler on my porch every day since.

The recent mass shooting at the Walmart in the El Paso the other day made me cry on my couch this morning. Have we forgotten we are all children of God? I felt hopeless at the magnitude of this hate. I felt scared for the people I know and love who look exactly like the people targeted.
So I thought I would repost this blog again today, hoping it would inspire others to respond with MASS ACTS OF KINDNESS.
I am inspired by my neighbors' thoughtfulness. Both the one with the cooler full of kindness and the young man who didn't blow me away.
Thank you neighbors, for blowing me away with your kindness.
Now, can we all do the same?


-Copyright Hope A. Horner, 2019
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Hermana (Sister)

They are sister and brother.
They are sister and brother.
Ellos son hermana y hermano.
She is my mother.
She is my mother.

Ella es mi madre.

She was writing and didn't see me when I walked in the store. The man's voice coming from the small boom box behind her was pleasant and sounded young. He had only a slight accent.

She is my sister.
She is my sister.
Ella es mi hermana.

After each sentence she wrote in a spiral notebook that was open on the counter near the register. I stood there until she lifted her head.
Te puedo ayudar? (May I help you?) She had almond skin, short curly hair and a friendly face.
Si, por favor. Tiene usted cosas para la cocina? (Yes, please. Do you have kitchen items?) I replied. I needed a few things for an upcoming dinner party.

She smiled and nodded for me to come toward her.  I noticed she had a variety of Mexican candies on the counter, including de la Rosa which is my favorite. They're a bit like peanut butter dust so you have to eat them carefully, but they are melt-in-your-mouth delicious. The man's voice behind her continued on.

He is my brother.
He is my brother.
El es mi hermano.

"I'm learning." She said and tilted her head toward the sound. Her accent was thick.
"That's great! Que bueno." I said. I wasn't sure whether to respond in English or Spanish so I used both.
She hesitated, then pushed her notepad toward me and pointed at what she had written with her pen.
"Is right?"
She had written a few sentences in the notepad. Her letters were large and curly. I noticed she had spelled the word "the" "tha."  I told her to change the "a" to an "e."
"Ay!" she exclaimed and crossed out the "a" and made it into an "e."
She was confusing the English "e" sound with "a." "There" was spelled "thar." "Where" was spelled "Whar."
I pointed these out and she corrected them.
"English es muy dificil." she said.
"Si, muy dificil." I responded. She shook her head. She told me in Spanish about her troubles with English vowels and flipped back a few pages in her notebook to show me where she had crossed out her mistakes and made corrections. I told her English was confusing compared to Spanish. In Spanish, you always know how the vowels are going to sound because they don't change. Not in English. The vowel "e" can be pronounced many different ways.

She said she was taking English classes at the library and used these cassette tapes, which she also found at the library, to practice. She grabbed one and handed it to me. I looked at the label. They were from 1995 and called "English on TV." I hadn't seen a cassette tape in awhile so it made me smile. I remembered all my cassettes from back in the 1980's and how they would inevitably get 'eaten' by my tape players. She said she listened to the tapes here at work because she didn't have any other time to teach herself English. She said she was struggling to learn, but the classes and tapes were helping.

The man's voice behind her moved on to new sentences and she wrote carefully in her notebook, occasionally pointing and asking me if her words were correct. Before too long, she was telling me her story-how she was brought to California from Mexico by her parents when she was 12 years old. She said her family settled in Bakersfield and when her parents sent her to middle school there she was so afraid she cried nearly every day for a year. She eventually dropped out. She moved here, closer to the coast, and opened this small business with her husband. The store sold party goods, snacks and dollar store items. In the window was a piñata of Chilindrina, a character from a famous Mexican TV show. Candles, cheap plastic toys and multi-colored paper plates sat on shelves. She told me that most of her family was still in Bakersfield and she felt it was a real shame that many of them, now in their 50's and 60's like her, no longer spoke Spanish, only English.

"You need to speak English," She said, "that why I learn, but two languages is better, no?"  I agreed.
I had just gotten back from Europe where nearly everyone spoke at least two languages. My Italian tour guide spoke four, and was learning a fifth.
"Como se llama?" I asked her.
"Anita." She said.
"Mucho gusto Anita."
"Mucho gusto.Y como se llama usted?"
"Hope..." I paused and then added "Esperanza."
"Esperanza? Hope es Esperanza en español?"
"Si." I said.
"Oh, si Esperanza! Mucho gusto!"

I smiled and walked farther into the store. She had forgotten I had asked about kitchen items, but I didn't mind. The store only had four aisles so I found my way to the right section easily. As I walked, I translated the man's English sentences into Spanish, waiting to hear the final sentence to see if I had gotten it right. I grabbed a small metal cheese grater and a orange juicer and when I returned to the register, I added a "de la Rosa" candy.
"Gracias Anita." I said as she handed me my change and receipt.
Gracias Esperanza!" She smiled.
You are my sister.
You are my sister.
Tu eres mi hermana.

-Hope A. Horner, 2017
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