The Power of ‘Nice’
Last night my husband took me to my initial visit with my new doctor. That was nice.
On the way up in the elevator, we struck up a conversation with an aide. Richard mentioned he’d like a cup of coffee, was there a coffee machine anywhere around? “No,” she replied, “everything closes after 5pm.” As we sat in the waiting room about ten minutes later, the same aide walks in with a cup of coffee for Richard, just the way he likes it. That was nice.
Today I walked to the super market to get groceries for our Shabbos meals. I walked through howling winds, whipping snow and frigid temps. I purchased the food and walked the ten-minutes back to our apartment. Just a few minutes from our place I hear a voice, “M’am, M’am.” I turn to see if he is talking to me. A man, with a woman beside him, calls to me from his car, “You look like your struggling to walk in this snow. Can I give you a lift anywhere?” I am almost home. I express my gratitude but decline his offer. I smile for the first time, I think, today. That was nice.
I walk up the sidewalk and the grounds keeper is busily snow blowing the walkways. I move as if to walk around him, but he stops, “Take your time. Be careful. Don’t rush on my account because I’ll be here all day anyway. Watch your step now.” That was nice.
It is so easy to forget the power of “nice” when we get wrapped up in our days and our worries. Yes, so simple, but there is indeed power in “nice.”