I did something yesterday that I’ve never done before.

I wanted to share my reasoning, thought processes and subsequent experience should anyone else relate to it.
Now I’ve been following the suspended coffee movement for a while, it’s a great concept but I hadn’t seen that many opportunities to act on it and if I am completely honest it just became that token goodwill story on my newsfeed that cynical old-me ignored most of the time.
Yesterday I saw a post about a recent cynic who converted to the movement after watching founder John Sweeney’s TedX talk – Why Kindness Matters. Procrastination led me to hit play and hear what John had to say. (see below)
Less than 2 hours later sat outside Kings Cross Station, someone asked me if I had any change. I replied with my default response, ’No sorry, I don’t have any.’ And only after he had walked away I wondered if I could execute the call-to-action John had been talking about.
What surprised me most when I was challenging my own behaviours was how nervous I got. It felt the same as when you’re about to get on stage or ask a question after a presentation. I realised, I was nervous about 2 things
- fear of rejection – that he would turn down my offer
- the shame of other Londoners overhearing that rejection
My rational brain kicked in and I decided to test my preconceptions. Once I thought he, who I now know as Bryan, seemed to be out of earshot from passersby I offered him a cup of coffee. Bryan smiled and said he’d love a cappuccino. We spent the next 5 minutes in a coffee kiosk deciding on which pastry to get whilst chatting about Finsbury Park and how Bryan came to be in Kings Cross that day.
I sometimes find chitchat a bit difficult, so I filled an awkward silence with ‘there seems to be a lot of love going into that coffee’, Bryan replied, ‘There’ll be a lot of love drinking that coffee too.’ Bryan decided to sit down with his very sugary cappuccino and laced chocolate pastry outside the cafe and I had to leave to find my friend*. He hugged me and said thank you.
Now I don’t think for one moment that I’ve made a lasting impact on Bryan. I find it easier (and less cringing) to see it as a test for myself. Fear of rejection was a barrier on my doing random acts of kindness. Bryan has showed me it’s not that scary at all.
Because, as a wise sage once told me, the thought is always worse than the deed.
Kindness Shared.
*Thanks to the Giraffe Kiosk Barista that gave us one cappuccino on the house.

