#4: holding it

My heavens, I have been working on getting this little blog in some better shape.  It looks a little sad and shabby.  I could really use some design lessons right about now; however, instead of continued complaints, I am just going to start writing.  I have quite a few little acts of service that need to get written down, so I should just be grateful that I have somewhere to post.

I attend classes on the 6th floor of a building on campus.  I like to take the stairs, but because a counseling clinic is on the floor, the doors to the stairwell remain locked from the outside.  (Okay, so maybe I wouldn't always take the stairs--I was trying to sound so health-conscious that I am worried I was only partly truthful....and come to think of it, lately I have been taking the elevator down instead of the usual stairs---I see a health behavior to change).

AAAANNYYWAY...

So, I take the elevator.  Also, it is good to note that I typically get to the elevator with about 60 seconds to make it to class.  Sometimes the elevator obeys and comes quickly, and sometimes it refuses to come for a good 30-90 seconds.  So, when someone holds that stainless steel door for me as I rush into the building, I can't help but feel grateful.

So, that it just what I did.

I saw Jeff, one of the smartest guys around, on the stairs outside of the building.  Awkwardly, I stopped the door from closing and kept it open for a solid 20 seconds.  Don't mind me--just doing a good deed.  I am sure he probably thought that it was unnecessary (I held it for the same amount of time it would probably take for the other elevator door to open), but hey--this girl has her heart to change and her life to better.

And, you know what, we might/might not have had an awkward elevator conversation (why are almost all conversations so awkward here--maybe the small size--I don't know), but I know that I felt warm and fuzzy inside--and that is what counts!