A Cute Story: Why Being Neighbourly is Nice
There’s a large immigrant population in my neighborhood, and my apartment building specifically, a number of whom are Muslim, many of whom have a cultural/religious aversion to dogs. I’m used to getting dirty looks at worst or fearful ones at best when I’m out with my dog. However, the other day, a middle-aged Muslim woman got on the elevator and looked at my dog, visibly wary of him, and said:
I told her Mac A. Roni. She then said:
“You have… bought? Soon?”
“I got him recently, yeah.”
“He is too young? Very small.”
“No, he’s actually five years old – just small.”
She was astounded that he was so small but 5 years old. She smiled at him, still visibly wary of him, but very kind because she saw what he meant to me. It was a really beautiful gesture on her part, to be so nice to him because she saw I loved him, in spite of being kind of scared of him.
This is why I get fed up when people say they hate a whole group of people arbitrarily. You never know who someone is on the basis of just one trait. She’s a Muslim, sure. She wouldn’t probably own a chihuahua as a pet. Maybe she would – I don’t know. I hear it varies from place to place and degree of orthodoxy. But regardless, that doesn’t mean she can’t empathize and see that I love him – she can. I mean, heck, people find it crazy that I’m a Roman Catholic but I also have friends in the queer community and like slasher movies and stuff like that. People are more than just one trait.
This woman, God love her, went out of her comfort zone to be neighbourly when she had nothing to gain from it personally. It was just good will, and it was great. She’s actually the second woman to do so since I moved here – earlier, a woman with a kid who spoke barely any English managed to communicate to me that she had a fear of dogs, asking that I not let him down on the floor where he could sniff her in the elevator (which I didn’t because it was courteous to respect that, and plus I don’t want him on the floor when there’s a chance another dog could get on and freak him out,) but that she could still see that mine was a nice dog and not a bad dog. I told her that her son was adorable, because he was. We were friendly to each other even though she knew nothing about dogs and I knew nothing about kids.
It’s great to see people being kind like that when they have no reason to be, no ulterior motivation. Just decency. It really made my day. Especially in this negative world we live in where people always seem so unkind.
So, my hat’s off to those women, and to everyone who goes out of their way to try to understand something that is unfamiliar to them. More power to you. And to people who say ‘I hate all Muslims’ or ‘I hate all immigrants’ or ‘I hate all __’ – you don’t sound clever. You sound mighty short-sighted. You can find folks to get along with in almost every community if you dig deep enough. Maybe not be best friends with, but be civil with? Sure thing. Honestly, everyone wants to be at each other’s throats these days. Just be good to each other – you don’t have to agree on everything. This woman clearly didn’t want to own a dog like mine, but she was okay with me owning one. I know it’s a cliché, but don’t judge a book by its cover. You never know what a person will do – it might surprise you in a good way. Certainly it did for me and Mac.