Blowing snow, vicious winds, icy cold… what’s kind about that? But for me, last Friday’s winter storm in Toronto wasn’t without its standout moments. The city bus I was riding on, blocked by stuck vehicles, was prevented from entering the subway station. We passengers were compelled to exit the bus on the sidewalk, then faced a snowbank between us and the subway station’s front doors.
A slightly-older-than-middle-aged woman on the other side of the snowbank called out to a woman, of a similar age, who had gotten off the bus with me. “Grab my hand, grab my hand!” she called out. The lady next to me reached out and took hold. What happened next was comical: Each woman struggled valiantly to haul the other over the mound of snow, each one convinced she was giving the other a much-needed helping hand. It was a stalemate, with both women tugging at each other, before they both realized that neither actually wished to climb the snowbank. They tittered with laughter then.
Their misunderstanding may have been cleared up, but the piles of snow still aren’t. Nice to know that even in the midst of a fierce blizzard, we can bear witness to small and random acts of kindness.