Trips to the laundromat keep me humble. While clothes spin round and round I’m smiling at the good of humanity around me.
I arrived early to use the triple-load washer. So did she; all three of them. “Here you can use one!” she exclaimed. I airhugged her with a “God bless you!”
In the meantime another couple arrived. And then a Dad with two SMALL kids and a car load of laundry.
We were all watching. There was a sudden sense of shared compassion between us. Meeting at the door we ALL broke into action as if we had this game plan etched out a long time.
The door was opened. Dirty laundry was carried and little guys escorted. Without shoes on their feet and grins on their faces they greeted us back. I was in love. Well-done team!
All of us continued our chores with a sense of satisfaction. Time went quickly.
Harriet, the “she” that gave up a machine (and her name) said it was great to meet me. “And you as well,” I said. And of course airhug.
He, one-half of the duo also doing laundry, helped me carry my largest basket to my car.
“Every time I come here I’m blessed in some way. You are so kind to help me,” I declared.
“Well, ma’am I was raised in Mississippi and if my Mom were alive she would’ve kicked my butt for not helping! That’s just how I was raised and still believe it at 50!”
We all have dirty laundry. You don’t have to carry it alone. Coming clean is freeing. Look around and help carry a load when you can.