The day we got back to our apartment, we were greeted with a fun welcome surprise on our door.

We also had a note on our door from a neighbor we haven’t met before.

She had written to call or text when we got the message because she wanted to drop by and say hi.

I thought maybe she had moved in recently and wanted to pop by and introduce herself. But then began a series of texts that were kind of cryptic and strange. She said she wanted to drop something off. But then never indicated what it was she wanted to drop off.

I thought to myself how weird it was that she wanted to give us something. But wouldn’t give us any indication what that something was. I was tempted to blow the whole thing off because it felt weird. I figured I’d eventually ask her for more clarification. But before I had a chance to respond to her text, she showed up at the door.

With flowers.

Imagine my confusion.

She was shaking a little as she began talking. Her voice was quivering and she sounded a little nervous. She said, “I thought it was so sweet and the door was so beautiful.” And then carried on, explaining that her friend had ripped off two of the balloons from our door (on what sounded like a drunken adventure).

She felt so guilty about it and wanted to make it up to us and brought by flowers and cupcakes and a card and more balloons for Ishu.

On Sunday, when I sent a picture to Jessie thanking her for the sweet surprise, she had asked me if there were more balloons besides the single one shown in the picture. We both just assumed they fell off and someone probably threw them away.

Ishu was still SO happy with the streamers and the cards and the single green balloon left behind. So we moved on.

But the neighbor popping in to own up to what happened and to try to make it up to us felt like a nice little reminder that most people are good people.

She didn’t have to do that.

I wouldn’t have never known either way.

And we clearly weren’t broken up about it because we felt so loved with the whole gesture in general. No matter the number of balloons that were on the door.

But she did it anyway.

I thought that was a really kind act. And I feel like a little bit of an asshole for thinking she was some weird, cryptic lady with her confusing texts.

But there was a reason why. She wanted to apologize face-to-face.

Ha. What does it say about me that I assume the worst?

Anyway, there’s a nice little reminder that most humans are good humans. DO SOMETHING KIND FOR ANOTHER HUMAN TODAY!