…I almost killed myself
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.
The power of small gestures goes both ways.
In the summer of 2015:
-my mother had a stroke
-my friend was hospitalized for suicide plans
-grandfather got stage 2 skin cancer
-I was thrown out of my living situation with threats
-I lost my job
-my plans of moving to California with 2 friends fell through
For like 3 weeks it was one thing after another and I dealt with the fallout for several months. Years later I still deal with the trauma.
Honestly I was ready to do it but I went to the mall with 2 friends. I had like five bucks in my pocket and wanted a drink. I went to Starbucks. I’m fumbling to calculate what I can get with my cash and counting my coins when I drop some. The man in front of them quickly picks them up and hands them to me. I feel stupid and embarrassed. I thank him and refuse to make eye contact, forcing a polite smile. I want to cry.
He says “Those tea refreshers sound good. Coffee is going to keep me up if I drink it so late. What do you think?”
I glance up and see they’re only like $2. I say, “Mango and pineapple sound great… I think I’m gonna try that one.”
He nods, makes a joke about the Georgia heat and I manage a laugh, he gets to the counter then. He orders two, glances at me then back to the barista and says “in the biggest cup you have.” With a smile.
I wasn’t sure if he was getting one for me and he figured I was confused. So he smiled and said jokingly that I had fallen for his plan to get my drink order. I laughed and thanked him profusely. As we waited I explained briefly what had happened and he was like “things will get better” and then he took his drink and we parted ways.
He was right. And I keep this picture of my cup to remember his name.
