Large New Year’s resolutions are not for me.
I maintain direction, intention and goals
While road stretching before me speaks of revelation
New situations and characters joining my journey.
I no longer go solo.
This is a wonder.
The other evening I went to a movie.
Nothing new here but when it was over
My friend quite easily moved from our seats
And on down the steps to head to the door.
She imagined I followed but that was not so.
Left having a struggle with the sleeves of my coat
And unable to see anything in the dark
I decided to wait. Sooner or later
The crowd would thin and I could escape.
Then a kind stranger entered the picture.
I heard a male voice speak quietly behind me.
“Are you ready?” he said. I answered “Yes.”
He shepherded me down to flat floor and safety.
Then disappeared as I expressed thanks.
He must have been a guardian angel.
Just one of several who have shown up lately
There when I need help but not planned for.
It is a different New Year’s resolution
To learn to rely on the kindness of others.
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poetrybyheart.me 
My New Years Resolution is to continue performing random acts of kindness and express gratitude to those who gift me with a kind act. Happy to reconnect with you after taking a blog break for more than six weeks over the holiday period.
I love your New Years resolution. It seems like you are already living it out.
It is a lovely moment when a stranger helps you and expects nothing in return. Thank you for sharing this moment of kindness with us. It is cleverly penned in the shape of a poem 🙂
That is so sweet and lovely! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for your comment , Christy
You’re welcome. ❤
That was a wonderful reminder of the way you’ve chosen to approach the world and it seems a good way to approach it. I wish you many revelations and reminders of the kindness of others.
Thanks for your affirmation. I choose to be grateful and that helps me like my life, warts and all.
Three cheers for the attitude of gratitude, especially for the unexpected kindness of strangers. Since it is unexpected, do not learn to rely on it!
Right. The serendipity is a gift. Asking for help is difficult for me. It was an act of will that got me out my apartment door. I encountered two neighbors and they took over from there to see my bandage was changed. I think connecting with people often comes out of vulnerability.
Age, like Winter, seems to me to be a time of receptivity……….even to angels Perhaps that’s why at 78 my favorite season is now winter. I still have trouble asking for help, but I don’t hesitate to accept it now and be very grateful. I am glad to have discovered your blog. I enjoy how you write and value what you have to say. Thanks.
Thanks for your comment. I can’t say winter is my favorite season, yet. Respecting ice and snow and the possibilities of falling (I live in Cleveland but was born in Houston 79 years ago) I am learning to fill my days differently inside my apartment. Not bad. But I miss seeing the moon in the early morning because of the cloud cover.