Something I find a bit inspiring......

...maybe you will too?

The Kindness of a Stranger
“Who is this man?”



Mary Menth Andersen was 31 years old and had just married Norwegian Dag Andersen. She was looking forward to starting a new life in Åsgårdstrand in Vestfold with him. But first she had to get all of her belongings across to Norway. The date was November 2nd, 1988.

At the airport in Miami things were hectic as usual, with long lines at the check-in counters. When it was finally Mary’s turn and she had placed her luggage on the baggage line, she got the message that would crush her bubbling feeling of happiness.

“You’ll have to pay a 103 dollar surcharge if you want to bring both those suitcases to Norway,” the man behind the counter said.

Mary had no money. Her new husband had traveled ahead of her to Norway, and she had no one else to call.

“I was completely desperate and tried to think which of my things I could manage without. But I had already made such a careful selection of my most prized possessions”, says Mary.

Although she explained the situation to the man behind the counter, he showed no signs of mercy.

“I started to cry, tears were pouring down my face and I had no idea what to do. Then I heard a gentle and friendly voice behind me saying, ‘That’s OK, I’ll pay for her’.”

Mary turned around to see a tall man whom she had never seen before.

“He had a gentle and kind voice that was still firm and decisive. The first thing I thought was: Who is this man?”

Although this happened 20 years ago, Mary still remembers the authority that radiated from the man.

“He was nicely dressed, fashionably dressed with brown leather shoes, a cotton shirt open at the throat and khaki pants,” says Mary.

She was thrilled to be able to bring both her suitcases to Norway and assured the stranger that he would get his money back. The man wrote his name and address on a piece of paper that he gave to Mary. She thanked him repeatedly. When she finally walked off towards the security checkpoint, he waved goodbye to her.

The piece of paper said ‘Barack Obama’ and his address in Kansas, which is the state where his mother comes from. Mary carried the slip of paper around in her wallet for years, before it was thrown out.
“He was my knight in shining armor!” says Mary, smiling.

She paid the 103 dollars back to Obama the day after she arrived in Norway. At that time he had just finished his job as a poorly paid community worker* in Chicago, and had started his law studies at prestigious Harvard university.

In the spring of 2006 Mary’s parents had heard that Obama was considering a run for president, but that he had still not decided. They chose to write a letter in which they told him that he would receive their votes. At the same time, they thanked Obama for helping their daughter 18 years earlier.

In a letter to Mary’s parents dated May 4th, 2006 and stamped ‘United States Senate, Washington DC’, Barack Obama writes**:

‘I want to thank you for the lovely things you wrote about me and for reminding me of what happened at Miami airport. I’m happy I could help back then, and I’m delighted to hear that your daughter is happy in Norway. Please send her my best wishes. Sincerely, Barack Obama, United States Senator.’
The parents sent the letter on to Mary.

This week VG met her and her husband in the café that she runs with her friend Lisbeth Tollefsrud in Åsgårdstrand.

“It’s amazing to think that the man who helped me 20 years ago may now become the next US president,” says Mary delightedly.

She has already voted for Obama. She recently donated 100 dollars to his campaign.

She often tells the story from Miami airport, both when race issues are raised and when the conversation turns to the presidential elections.

“I sincerely hope the Americans will see reason and understand that Obama means change,” says Mary.

And here she is with her husband and the letter.


SOURCE: (includes pictures...) http://www.zenmoments.org/the-kindness-of-a-stranger/

Which is why despite any policy differences I may have with him, I believe his heart is in the right place...instead of assuming the worst of intentions..

Looking forward to doing it again, without reservation.

I talked to a journalist once, and there were basic factual errors about what I had said in the article he published afterwards. It's a bit disturbing, but journalists often get things wrong. Perhaps the woman said Boston and he remembered it as Kansas.

Or perhaps Obama still had family in Kansas. As a student living on campus, he might not have had a stable address in Boston. Who knows.

of money to give to a stranger.

selfish and arrogant.

I didn't get that at all from this poster. I thought he/she was being quite honest...

because if I find myself in that situation and I have extra money in my pocket, I will feel
compelled to help someone in distress, I am one person who likes to help people without
having the circus around me.

When you give a stranger $103, you know that you are most likely parting with that money for good. Most people, given the average income and the rising cost of living, would not feel comfortable parting with $103. That is what makes this story special.

At the time, Obama was a graduate student who had spent three years as a low-paid community organizer. I was also a graduate student once and know how difficult it is to make ends meet when you're living on little or no income. Even though I managed to occasionally donate to causes I believed in as a student, I doubt that I would have been able to give $103 to a complete stranger. Obama was admirably generous, but that does not make the rest of us "selfish and arrogant".

Our President has it, always has.