I ate lunch in Rittenhouse Square today. I love that park. Just a whole city block of grass and benches and trees and shade. It's lovely. (Also, I love that in Philadelphia you can sit outside during lunch in July and not die. Texas summers are brutal.)
So today, I was eating lunch and a couple of women walked by with baskets of flowers that had tags on them. They passed me and suddenly one of them stopped and turned to me. She handed me a flower and said, "This is for you."
It was a lovely flower. A pink carnation.
Behold:

The tag says: "This gesture is courtesy of Operation Nice. Pass it on. OPERATIONNICE.COM."
Here's a closer shot.

I thought it was so great! Such a lovely flower and I sure love pink. I was already thinking of showing Jeff when I got home that night.
And then it hit me. I wasn't supposed to keep it. I was supposed to pass it on. At first, I was totally fine with that. You receive something nice and then you pass it along to someone else. How great is that?
But then you have to actually do it. Like you have to pick someone out of the crowd and walk up to them and hand them a pink carnation.
Suddenly, Operation Nice became Operation Let's Make The Rest Of Your Lunch Awkward As You Try To Decide Who To Give The Flower To.
First off, I didn't want to give it to a nicely dressed business man. I was afraid of looking like I was hitting on someone so I decided against that. Besides, then he'd just use it to actually hit on someone and I didn't want to enable any unsolicited come-on.
Then I started thinking about maybe who deserved the flower more or who would most appreciate it. There were a few homeless men around that I could have given it to, but then I was afraid I was suffering from a messiah complex: "See how much better your day is now that I, a young white woman, has given you, an older homeless man, a pink flower. Feel blessed and praise God."
So I nixed that idea too.
After a few minutes I looked up and saw three elderly ladies walking down the sidewalk. The one in the middle was using a walker. And so I decided - she, the walker lady, was going to get my pink carnation.
As she and her friends approached, I grabbed the flower and stood up. I took a step towards her and said, "This is for you."
At first she seemed a little confused, but her friends started saying things like, "Awww, that's so nice!" She took the flower and said, "Thank you, that's very kind of you." I was glad she appreciated it. She smiled real big and then she said, "God bless you, sweetheart."
Then I started to get a little uncomfortable. I mean, you know, it's just a flower, lady. I was just trying to be nice. I didn't know it was going to make your day or anything and OH MY GOSH WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Why am I embarrassed that the gesture means more to you than I had intended. I mean, isn't that good?
I spent the walk back to work thinking about how apparently not used to being kind I am, and how not used to interacting with kind people we must all be.
Maybe I'll try and do something about that.
It was wonderful to hear what she thought about the gesture. And I can empathize with her awkwardness because it was hard for me to get over my anxiety and talk to strangers that day. And choosing the right person was tricky, especially knowing that folks out there were saying "no." But I love that she literally "passed on" the gesture and made someone's day.
On one hand, it's crazy that small acts like that mean so much to people. That means that they must be few and far between. But on the other hand, it's good to know that doing something small can really affect someone. And that makes those gestures even more special.
Thanks for sharing your story, Meredith!
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12 comments:
This is an awesome post. That moment of realizing that being nice isn't really something that should feel so awkward is a moment of waking up to what it means to be truly human and truly alive. Glad I got to be reminded of that.
Humankind, be both!
I love that this became a little wake-up call for her, what a great story! :)
Great insight... love this!
What an amazing story! Thanks so much for sharing it with us. It made me smile and made my day!
What a coincidence that you gave the flower to another blogger who was able to feed back her comments! This is a great post.
I've been really impressed with your site and mentioned it on my own blog today! Have a look...
www.labellemereuk.blogspot.com
Thanks for making the world an Operation Nicer place!
Bec x
This is awesome. Great post, this chick is a hilarious writer, lol.
Loved this story!
And, if Meredith has a blog here on Blogger I would follow it for sure. I totally loved her story telling style and humor!
Great Post!
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Great post. Keep up your nice work ;).
How amazing! What an awesome thing to be doing... I may attempt a little bit of niceness here in Oxford, Uk... :-)
She really is a talented writer to be able to express her thoughts like that.
Perhaps when passing a flower to a person (or what ever it happens to be at the time) you could say: "This is for you. Pass this flower on if you wish or pass on a nicety to someone else today."
I would think the flower was meant as a gift for that person to enjoy.
Still it was interesting to see her concept of what you were trying to accomplish by giving her the flower.
Gotta admit! Kinda neat!
What a sweet story.
I can't believe some people would say no to a free carnation. LOL.
What a neat story!!
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