Without a doubt she has been one of the funniest women that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was my mother’s best friend for decades, and I can recall with affection the numerous crazy-funny moments that led to nothing but sheer laughter and joy while in the presence of the fabulous Mrs. K.
With wispy hair, a petite frame, and sparkling eyes, it has always been easy for me to see why my mother developed such a tight friendship with this charming, humorous, spontaneous, unique individual.
I began thinking about Mrs. K recently – oddly enough after hearing a very negative remark about humanity. Humanity in general, unfortunately, and all of humanity, whitewashed all together. I don’t remember the exact phrasing (and am secretly glad that I don’t), but the main theory was those who put their faith in the goodness of others will always be disappointed.
My mind drifted away from the negative humanity comments and back to the stories of two young girls growing up in a big city. Isabelle and Jean (my mother and Mrs. K respectively) – as regaled in story after story from my mom, finding their fair share of trouble, making their fair share of mistakes, having their fair share of close calls, and lamenting & repenting over their youthful sins. And living for another day.
Though I enjoyed each and every tale told by my mom about her time with her best friend, and I equally enjoyed each adventure that I shared as a young daughter in the mix – having similar escapades with the two of them, it wasn’t the stories, the adventures and/or the escapades that sharpened my admiration for Mrs. K.
I feel very differently about humanity. I have rarely – if ever – been truly disappointed when putting my faith in the goodness of others. In fact, I will step out on a limb here and state that I have never been disappointed. Just never – not to the point that I remember it in any way. It could be that I block such negativity out of my conscience thought. Perhaps I only see that which is good, great, and positive in the world. And if I do, it seems to work for me, so I might continue that process. Or it could be that I haven’t lived long enough to experience the flip side of humanity. Perhaps the future will bring something completely different. I hope not, but it could happen. Or perhaps the world is truly a great place to live and those who see it differently need to come up to speed with reality.
I can say that I find it quite inappropriate to ever anticipate disappointment when placing faith in the goodness of others. I believe that it is imperative for me to have faith, to trust others, and to expect the best. It is important for me to be reliable, to be trustworthy, and to offer my best at all times. From past practice, I do know that I will receive both what I expect and what I give.
Which brings me back to Mrs. K.
Though my mother routinely detailed the major moments of fun and laughter that trailed through their time together as life long friends, she also quietly and assuredly discussed something more. Mrs. K had a sibling who required more care and more effort than most family members. Often times in their youth, this sibling would tag along, making a trio out of the duo. According to my mother, never once did Mrs. K voice any complaints or in any way be critical of the situation that required one sibling to help with another. Mrs. K was asked to step up to the plate and help, and she did. Mrs. K’s sibling had faith in her sister, and wasn’t disappointed. For life.
Mrs. K is the goodness that I see in humanity, over and over and over. And over.
I plan on continuing to look for the best that humanity can bring and to drift off and think of people like Mrs. K when faced with those who are less complimentary about this world of ours.