Dry The Rain

Yesterday I thought I would dodge the rain showers on the hill. Didn’t take a rain jacket on my walk. Wasn’t worried too much. But it started pouring towards the end of the hill part, and when I got back to the road for the walk home I sheltered under a tree by the pavement for a while, to wait for it to ease off.

Somebody stopped to ask if I wanted a lift into town. I took them up on the offer. And it turned out the fellow who was driving remembered me helping him once, when his car had broken down a few years ago. That’s why he had stopped to offer the lift.

I couldn’t remember giving him help at all. And I don’t believe in some sort of automatic karma that gives certain pay back for acts of kindness.

But it is a reminder that people remember.

Better to be remembered in a positive way, I tend to think. And I’m glad that, on this occasion at least, I was.