As the infamous Blanche once said, "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers." While Blanche may have uttered this ironically, sometimes I really do. Strangers mailed me my wallet when I've lost it. Strangers offered to drive me to the emergency room when I broke my wrist. Strangers let me lie down in a restaurant in Nepal when I suddenly came down with a fever, and even brought me a blanket and a pillow.
Today, strangers let me into the DMV to renew my license when I arrived at 4:14 at a place that closes at 4:15. Usually when I think of the DMV, I picture something like this:
Today, strangers let me into the DMV to renew my license when I arrived at 4:14 at a place that closes at 4:15. Usually when I think of the DMV, I picture something like this:
It's one of my least favorite places to go. However, when I realized while driving all week in Louisiana that my license had expired two months ago (whoops), I remembered that I needed to go in to get a new photo. Since the DMV's hours are almost exactly the same hours that I work, I knew I needed to get there fast.
When I arrived, breathless and beet red, instead of turning me away, the woman told me I had just made it. It would have been so easy for her to dismiss me! In that moment, my whole perspective of the DMV shifted just a bit.
It may have not been the best idea to take my new driver's license photo after running 8 blocks...
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