One of the best parts of working as a designer is I get the privilege to be involved with amazing inspiring people and bring their ideas into vision.

Such an example was my lovely friend Katya Georgieva and her project Touch with Good/ kindness (originally in Bulgarian: Докосни с добро). The project is dedicated to sharing the stories of genuine acts of kindness we have experienced from other people, and thus inspiring for MORE kindness in the world and making it a better place.

She got inspiration from the wisdom:

When you do kindness, keep silent. When you receive kindness — tell everyone.

With the new year 2018 Katya started a viral challenge to share such stories 20 days in a row, and somehow… I got “infected”.

So here is my…

Day 10 of the Touch with Good challenge

Have you happened to receive a slap from reality, so strong, that it was hard to pull yourself together?

Exactly such a feeling had overtaken on me after all my hopes of a romantic relationship with an intended boyfriend clashed tumbling down. As it happens in such occasions, it was not a pretty picture! The situation was full of misunderstanding, reservation, confrontation, harsh words spoken from both sides, and finally… deafening silence.

After the whole avalanche of events, I was not myself. I had immersed in sorrow, boohooing at least a couple of times daily — once for breakfast and once for good night. Sometimes there would be intermediate portions — just for good mood. I was definitely not quite a fit to be seen.

In such a beautiful day, when for the next time in a row I was flipping through my head various questions, scenarios, and angry thoughts, I was called by an old friend who, many years before, had also broken my heart. Ironic, huh? 😉

He had finished work earlier and he was suggesting catching up. After a few cues he got I was not in the mood, so I spilled the beans.

“If you’d like I can come to your place and have a talk”, he suggested.

“Please, I really don’t feel like seeing people!”, I turned down the proposition in irritation.

“Meg… We have a heart!” — I shut up. In his voice there was… Something. In 1–2 seconds he announced: “Wait for me, I’ll come with the motorbike.”

And so, the guy lifted himself from the other end of the city, and he came. He called me outside — it was a beautiful day indeed, with the green luscious grass, the sun, the birds in the trees…

He sat on his motorbike as he listened to me in silence, while I was telling of the whole absurdity of the situation, pouring my powerlessness, pain, outrage, and anger into words. Compassion read in his light eyes, and he listened patiently, keeping silent until I finished. Likely not more than some 15 minutes had passed but in moments like this time changes its dimensions.

Finally, he spoke:

“This guy has obviously hurt you viciously.”

It was an ascertainment. I gave him a puzzled look. I did not expect such a reaction from him. I don’t know what I expected. Presumably belittling it; taking the male position; comforting me; or giving some advice. Not THIS. It was an acknowledgment, a validation of my feelings. I was looking at him, not uttering a word. After a short pause, he continued.

“You’ll need time until you heal.”

“How much do you reckon it needs to pass?”, I asked.

He shrugged shoulders.

“Sometimes it may take years. I don’t know.”

We stood there some more and finally, he left with his motorbike. I remained with my thoughts, touched by the gesture.

Such a curious thing life is! You never know if the one who broke your heart yesterday won’t come today from the other end of the city and stand by your side just to ease your sorrow. With a single argument, which lies beyond objections:

“We have a heart.”

Visit Meg at JustHowCoolIsThat.com

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