I was somewhere in Downtown Beirut
preparing for a gig. It must have been 7 or 8 years ago. I set up my instrument and had about a two-hour wait before the start of the show, so I
thought I’d take a bus to my nearby flat in Hamra to have a bite and rest before making my way back. As I got in the bus, I noticed that I only had a large piece of
money, probably a 50,000L.L. bill. Bus drivers don’t usually get too excited
when you hand them a bill like that, you’d be taking away a lot of their change. So I took out my bill and asked a stranger sitting by the
window next to me if he happens to have any change, he said he didn’t have any.
A few seconds later he offers to pay for my fare. It wasn’t much at all, but it
was such a nice thing to do. He got off the bus, paid for the both of us and
pointed me out to the driver so that he doesn’t charge me.

On my first day in Holland, I
managed to hit my head against the shower faucet and it opened up my forehead
and blood started flowing out. I was staying in a hotel full of international students.
I got out in the hallway with a bunch of tissues pressed against my head, and
when I reached the reception and explained what happened, they had no idea what
to do; they just froze. So I walked back to my room, and a young blonde
American girl saw me (after a lot of the other students saw me but totally
avoided any contact) and she insisted that she takes of care of the wound. She
went to her room and came back with a first-aid kit of some sort, cleaned up
the wound, put some anti-biotics on it and bandaged it nicely. That was a
good omen for a first day abroad.

Summer of 2018 was rough on me, May
through September. It was mostly relationship issues where things got really messy
and I fell into a whirlpool of events. When things got real bad, I went to a
Café and just sat there reading. I was a regular there and the waiters had
noticed that I’m not my usual self. So they asked if I was alright. I
explained to them what happened and they were very supportive. They even made a
very special cup of Cappuccino for me and drew a big heart on the foam. After
that I walked down to the sea and just sat on a rock, a fisherman approached me
and said: “You’re telling your worries to the sea?” and we carried on
a nice a conversation, and I learned a lot about fishing that day which was a
much needed distraction.

A couple of months ago I went over
to Downtown to pick up a cheque in my name. I found a paid parking spot and I
pulled back into it. A second later some guy pulls up next to me and rolls his
window down. He extends his arm and waves a piece of paper at me. It was his
park-meter bill, he had about 30 minutes left and he thought he’d give it to
someone instead of throwing it away. I spontaneously said to him: “There are still people like you?”

Last week I drove over to my
friend’s house to pick him up for a road trip. He said he needed ten more
minutes before coming down, so I thought I’d eat something from the bakery
below his house. The baker was so busy finishing a large order that he didn’t
even look at me when I walked in. I waited a few minutes and still nothing.
There was an old veiled lady, and her son or grandson. They had made the large
order for some occasion. So I looked over at the baker and asked if he had
anything ready that I could just buy without making him work. He looked at me
apologetically and said “I’m sorry, these are all ordered”. “Don’t worry!”, I
responded. At that moment that lady says: “No, but please take whatever your
want from our order!”. I said it wasn’t really necessary, but she and the boy
insisted that they wanted to offer me something. I asked if I could pay the
baker and he’d replace whatever I took, but they insisted that I take it as a
gift. I was sort of in a pleasant shock. I told her how I thought what she did
was a blessed act and it made me so happy. It’s not about the material value
which was really negligible, but it was about the act. Things like that really
humble you.