An Act of Kindness

A few weeks ago, Andrew (my fiancé) was having one of the worst poker sessions he’s ever had. By worst, I mean unluckiest/cold deck-iest/buy-in worthy bad days. He’d been playing for a few hours when he texted me and asked if I could bring him his white Express track jacket to the Wynn. I didn’t think much of it. I figured he was just cold.

I brought it to him and watched as he handed one of his favorite items of clothing over to some kid at the table I’d never seen before. The blond haired Midwestern looking kid said, “Wow, thanks. That’s like, the nicest thing anyone’s every done for me.”

I walked away, and told Tony (Andrew’s brother) that I think Andrew had gone insane. I left the Wynn and figured Andrew would tell me some crazy story about why he was letting some rando borrow his jacket. After making a significant comeback, Andrew finally came home.

“Andrew, what’s up with your jacket and that kid?”

“Oh, I just gave it to him.”

“What?? Why?? You wear that jacket all the time.”

“Honestly, I do love that jacket, but that made me want to give it to him more. I was running bad, losing a ton, and for some reason, I wanted that kid to know that people do nice things for no reason sometimes. Maybe it will change his life in a small way.”

Wow… oops. I called him insane. Sounds like a pretty good explanation to me. (EDIT: I forgot to add the reason why the kid asked Andrew about the jacket in the first place. The logo, which was an Express logo, was the exact same of his favorite soccer team.) It made me realize that I’ve become so cynical that it didn’t really cross my mind that this gesture was anything other than my fiancé going a little kookoo. I never used to be like that. In fact, I was a little obsessed with the whole “Pay it Forward” and “Random Acts of Kindness” when I was in Elementary school. I read Chicken Soup for the Soul all the time, and really truly believed that life was about being a good person and making a difference. Now, I find myself sometimes being so annoyed by other people, I get angry.

I open the door for you, you don’t say thanks – F U!

You cut me off and then honk at ME… F U!

You smell like cat pee… F U!

Seriously??? I’d ask what’s wrong with me, but I have a feeling I’m not the only one (especially in Vegas) who feels the same way I do a large percentage of the time.

What Andrew did was an incredible reminder that you can always be a better person. Life isn’t about stuff, ie. Awesome jacket… It’s also about how he made that kid feel, and what that might have motivated him to do for others in the future…
UGH time out on the mushy stuff. I’m writing this on the plane ride to from Las Vegas to Heathrow on my way to Monte Carlo, and this biatch sitting behind is effing shaking the crap out of my seat and it’s annoying me so hard. HEY LADY! It’s a frickin touch screen not a punch screen you IDIOT!…

Patience, Kristy. Patience.

Deep breaths.

Like I was saying… Life is short… I need to work on that.

Anyway, I’ve been really sucking at updating my blog, but recently I received a couple of really encouraging messages which made me realize that a couple people actually do read this! Haha, so expect more

<3 Kristy