Today I came home from having dinner with my parents and I picked up my mail. I hadn't checked it in a while, so there was a buildup of flyers, bills, and solicitations. Nothing too interesting. As I came to the bottom of the stack I saw a hand written envelope.
It wasn't written to me, though. It was addressed to the former resident.
I flipped it in my hands for a half a second and decided to open it. I thought to myself that it was my duty to check it. Maybe it was important. Really, I'm just too curious for my own good.
It was a doctor's bill for a small amount of money. The money was overdue and he was threatening to put it on her credit report. My credit report's a disaster - I always argue with companies who screw me over and refuse to pay. Then they put things on my credit report. It bothered me the first time, but I grew numb to it after a while. I wonder if her credit report is ok.
I put the letter in a new envelope, addressed it to the doctor, and put in enough cash to cover the bill. No check, no return address.
It's not that I'm a nice guy. Really, I'm pretty selfish.
I like the idea of the doctor getting his letter, which was threatening and impersonal, returned with what appears to be an act of genuine kindness. Maybe it will give him faith that people are good. I love doing things that make people wonder. Just because I'm not there to see the reaction doesn't mean that it wasn't a good one.
More than anything, I do things like this because it makes me feel good about myself.
These are the types of actions that make us human well at least some of us. Thanking you for her :).
It would make me feel awesome too... My dad is a chiropractor and people owe him a binch of money... people can pay the bills and the people that dont we just dismis. I always tell him that he needs to be a little more aggressive with the people that we can actually get to pay but he likes the way he does it for now.
I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
I suppose I've been a little extra book crazy lately, perhaps its a winter thing. However, I can't help but be reminded of my old friend, Nat. He's probably in Belize right now, or perhaps he's finally made it to Antarctica. Nat was a small fellow, much smaller than average. I think it made clothes shopping difficult. When Nat would have a particularly good day at the thrift shops, he would say, "Somebody died in my size!", and smile real big. It was a bit morbid, and was probably true on at least one occasion. He thought it was hilarious. And it must have stuck with me, because when I walked into the "Last Word Bookstore" (40th and Walnut) today and looked at the 'Hinduism' section, my first thought was, "My God, a Ramakrishna devotee died." There were so many books from the Ramakrishna Mission, that they wouldn't even all fit on the shelves. They overflowed onto the floor. Not the best book Karma, I know, but I wasn't going to get in a fight with the bookstore guy about it. Enough Ramakrishna and Vivekenanda to keep you busy for a long, long time. Of course, there was some other good stuff, some Ramana Maharshi thrown in for good measure, and a few hardbacks from india written by obscure swamis. You could tell it all came from the same guy. I wonder what happened to him. Did he die? Did he become a Christian? Did he move to India? I hope he moved to India. I was proud of myself, I didn't buy even one. I spent this week's book allowance on those that bag of tantra from craig's list, and it is keeping me plenty busy. I just thought I should put it out there, in case anyone else in in the market for "The Complete Works of Swami Vivekenanda"($35), or in case anyone feels like making me a present. Hah!Keep your lamps trimmed and burning...