This week, I was hit by the Karma Bus. We have all heard it said about friendship that to have great friends, you need to know how to be one. Well, when this bus hit me the doors opened up and it was full of people ready to help. The situation I was stuck in was really quite minor (a first-world problem): car trouble and a daughter who needed to be picked up. One of my friends, Lorraine, brought the booster cables but both cars refused to start. My nephew Justin arrived to make sure we "girls" were not confused about the workings under the car hood; neither engine still would not turn over. I had an offer from Shelley to be driven anywhere I needed to go, and Kathy texted me, offering to lend me her vehicle.
I am mother to four busy children in a sprawling city; it is not optional to manage them without a mode of transportation other than my bike. When Kathy made her offer, she was in the middle of an appointment at the hairdresser, with two of her children in tow. She left the salon with color in her hair, loaded the kids into their carseats and with an appropriate cape on her back, heroically delivered me to my new ride (shiny, white and heavily horsepowered). That is friendship. When we show up for our friends it creates all kinds of opportunities in the future for them to show up for us. It's like putting chips in your Karma Bank.
I loved being hit by this Karma Bus.
Janet
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