😇 ...like, Fernando. 😇

"Perdon, perdon!" I heard someone say to me,
as I also felt a tap on my back right shoulder.

I had been walking with upbeat music, kinda fast.

I stopped, reached to pull out an ear-bud, and spun around.

There stood Fernando. Breathing quickly. Holding a fist full of pesos.

My pesos!

I had just left an ATM, where I attempted a withdrawal.

That particular machine is out of order, or out of cash, often enough,
that I didn't think it odd when it didn't dispense my cash.

But I had assessed everything WRONGLY!
I obviously misread the message on the final screen,
grabbed the receipt without even looking at it, and walked out.

Fernando had walked in behind me
(I would never have known!)
as my money was being spat out.

The very same money that he grabbed,
and RAN to give back to me.

I absolutely cried. Hugged him. Called him my angel.
Looked him square in his eyes, and called him GOOD, man.

"Eres BUENO, Fernando!!"

I could tell he thought nothing of what he had done:

::shoulder.shrug:: "De nada, Senorita."

Meanwhile, I acted as though my life had been resuscitated.

It had.

Fifteen-hundred pesos (about USD$82) isn't a huge amount of money,
but his kind and decent deed, made me feel rich FOR REAL. 💗

Please don't let those manipulative media lines, mess with your head.
Please don't let the presented "state of the world" cause you to forget that,
even in the midst of reported mayhem and disaster,
most people are GOOD. 😘

Do you have a heartline story to share??

@erikaharris