Jack Johnson was serenading me in the car this morning, but instead of telling me about how he was going to make me banana pancakes, he asked, “Where did all the good people go?” Jack, I found them. They’re in VCU.
Let’s first go back to Monday. I had just left my advising appointment in Hibbs, which lead me to the compass, where a group of people stood around, holding signs that read “Love 21”, holding baskets of candy and one guy played the guitar. Omg my kinda people: they’re giving away candy. So I did that slow walk where you want them to come up to you, and one of the girls grabs me, “Hey do you have a minute?” Well of course, I always have time for people who want to give me free food! I’m in college, right?
Twenty minutes later, this girl, Megan, is still going on to me about how radical Jesus’ love is and she’s jumping up and down in excitement about how we can have that love- and love 21 people in 21 days with little sweet surprises. While she talks about how she wants to go to a nunnery for a year to be like St. Clare of the Sacred Heart, I hold back my Catholic nerd that’s dying to correct her- St. Clare of Assisi, Cathedral of the Sacred Heart- I’m also trying to think of a way to end this conversation because I only wanted that piece of candy. “Claire, can I pray for you?” Well I don’t really think there’s any way for me to say no.
“Dear Jesus, please watch over Claire and help her share your radical love with everyone she meets. She has a beautiful heart, she truely cares about people. Help her with her academic plan here at VCU and with her artistic abilities” Hold the phone Megan. How did you know I’m an artist? She continues praying, and I notice something about her. Megan doesn’t even go to VCU, and she’s standing around in the cold, praying for people she doesn’t know, and giving them food. Yeah, I was questioning her sanity for a couple minutes, but she’s here because she just wants to spread love to people. A world of peace and happiness. And guys playing the guitar with candy. Megan and I dig the same hippie world. Spread the sugar, spread the love.
Then today. I was too busy thinking about how splendid it must be to be married to Jack Johnson during my morning commute that I didn’t even notice that my car was having a hot flash. I was five minutes from campus, just passed through Carytown and across the Boulevard, so I turned to the first stop that I found- a slightly sketchy convenient store. Steam was coming out, I was flipping out, so I ran into the store “MY CAR IS OVERHEATING”. The male customer looked out the window, “Your radiator is leaking” and he and the cashier ran out with me. They looked at my car, and the cashier called the mechanic who works behind the convenient store a few times; I called Momma Bear a few times until she answered, we talked, she talked to the cashier, and we deemed it best that I leave the car with him, the mechanic would be showing up soon. It was past nine o’clock, that Italian quiz wasn’t going to be happening anymore. I walked inside the store, the cashier let me take a free drink, and the guy filling the Doritos said he would be heading up to VCU and offered to give me a ride there anyway. I accepted, it was sure a lot better than walking those few blocks up.
I got to school a-okay. The cashier called us later and said the mechanic would finish it by two, and I made arrangements with my so sweet friend Brad to drive me to get my car later, until Mother had my car towed to our regular garage, who finished it by the time she picked me up and took me to get it around 5:00.
So Jack, I found the good people. They’re more of the angels that bless me everyday, and they’re in VCU. Megan is a little angel for just trying to spread the good love everyone is entitled to and deserves, not this hate in the world. The little cashier is another angel for working so hard to try to get my car fixed and the Doritos guy deserves a little halo for letting me hitch a ride (even though that was a little sketch). Grazie to angelic Brad for being so nice to offer to drive me, and to my momma for paying for the bills and coming to pick me up. And an amazing shootout to Forest Hill Garage t fixing my car in no time! I really appreciate all the love I received from all of you. It means a lot to have strangers and good friends offer you warm words and help when you need it or don’t. I don’t really deserve this good karma. How can I ever repay you in anyway?
You gotta be careful when you got good love
‘Cause them angels will just keep on multiplying
-Jack Johnson, “Angel”