A few days ago I pulled up to a car that was stopped in the middle of the road. I pulled up to his window and yelled out in true hillbilly form, “YOU ALRIGHT?" (I’m sure humiliating my niece in the passenger seat.) He smiles and holds up his mini bic, then says “Oh, I FOUND IT!” We laughed, he drove ahead and we forged on.
A little ways up he once again stopped in the middle of the road, and I pulled up beside him and rolled down my window again. He said, “It’s so cool that you stopped and asked me if I was okay. No really, you have no idea what that meant to me.”
I was so shocked by him being shocked that all I could muster was, “That’s what I’d want you to do for me, Happy Holidays”, and we drove on.
I’m not telling this story to stroke my own ego, although it is the size of Texas and loves to be molested on an hourly basis.
But what kind of fucking world are we living in that it is shocking for someone to ask if they are okay? Seriously people. This guy was a wake up call for me. Are we not as a collective group caring enough for one another? Is it so hard to help someone out? And why the fuck are we here for anyway?
Are we that busy? That scared of evil? That detached from the common good?
Maybe because it is Christmas time, or maybe the look on this man’s face made me write this, but who the fuck are we?
So for my Christmas wish this year, I wish this world would stop and ask each other, hillbilly style or not, if we’re okay. Because isn’t that all we really need, is one person who gives a fuck about how we are.
Merry Giving a Fuck.