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Charming West Texas, you give me faith in humanity. Updated.

A short tale of a small, West Texas town and the happenings of a woman on a scooter: 

There are some moments that you are able to be a part of that restore your faith in humanity, at least for a little bit, now and then. I admit that most of the time, I find myself in a bit of a hurry and adopting those “city slicker” moods when I come back to this area fondly referred to as “West Texas”. It is a charming area, where people still find time to stop and chat to one another before they go on their way. Of course, everyone here is more and more “busy” being modern and in a rush to get anywhere else, but they still have moments when that old-time charm creeps into their bones and takes over for a moment. These are the memories of Home I’ll always cherish and never cease to amaze me when I am able to bear witness to them happening in today’s world.  

One such simple interaction happened just yesterday when I was in my hometown. I was even able to partake in this happenings myself. I, of course, was driving along in my car when I saw before me a woman who seemed to be having trouble with her, yes, red scooter. An older woman with a scooter, here! (Knowing the attitudes of small town that I am from I was surprised to see her, as this isn’t a usual sighting and seemed a bit too liberal for this place.) When I was closer to her, I slowed down(busy road, but no traffic behind me) and asked her if she needed help or anything. She was in the middle of pushing her scooter back towards her home and said she had a flat tire. I told her  that I had a phone and that she was welcomed to use it, once she said she didn’t need any help from me. She told me that house was close and she was okay, so reluctantly I slowly pulled away. (I wanted to share with her that I also was a scooter lady, but I didn’t.)

The thing about this whole happening that restored my faith in humanity was the point that the car I passed once I left her, headed towards her, did exactly the same thing: the woman pulled over and stayed there with her for a few moments. I would like to guess that they offered her help also or whatever to aid  and assist her. I believe just before I pulled over, there was another car that did the same thing. I’m sure anyone else who passed by, also stopped her and asked if she needed help. (Or I’ll just assume that is how her walk continued to be, as that is the ways of small towns.)

This exchange lasted only mere minutes, for me and longer for her of course, but how charming is it that people were so willing to assist her? To stop from their “busy lives” of endless to-dos, to pause all of that and help out someone who might need it? I found it all charming and it made me smile for a while after it happened. 

It is the little things that define us, who we are and what ideals we stand for. It isn’t just small towns that this can happen in, but I think it might be a bit more likely as that is just how people from those places grow up and live. Things move a bit slower here, even though we are all eager to push time ahead and move faster than it seems. We forget the blessing of slowness and forget that simple doesn’t always mean something negative. (In fact, most time the opposite.) The bigger picture here is that we have time, no matter how busy we are, to give other’s a bit of our own time, and let them know that we care. That we care for something beyond ourself. 

Even if they don’t have a red scooter nor are folks from a small town in Nowhere, Texas, every one deserves time. I think we all need more of this kind of simple compassion towards one another, which is clear of what happened to that one old woman who was bullied on the school bus by some rather nasty kids( younger teens). People saw that from all over the world and were profoundly touched by it. These people did many things, because they were so moved by what happened to her, to reach out and comfort Karen* in the various small ways they could from all over the world. It was a horrible event that had happened, but the effects of what happened have created various beautiful results. (*I am referencing Karen Huff Klein, just in case you wanted to know more about her and look up her story. It is worth your time.)

I know we are all busy, but sometimes it just takes a moment to be (-to act like a) human again and to treat another with kindness in this crazy world that often doesn’t allow those kinds of moments. We all have time for that, don’t we? If not, we should make time.

*Photo from V and the Bats’ photostream on Flickr. ( 

*UPDATE: This article was published before the horrific events that occurred about 24 hours later in Aurora, Colorado. Such sadness and completely unnecessary loss of life. The news has made this about the person who did this, but I think the focus should be honoring (and celebrating) the lives of those  who were lost that day: click this link to do that.

We have to realize who we are as a people and try to change ourselves to become a more compassionate society/culture. Tragedies, such as these horrible events, are something we do not want to become known for, although that might be beyond control now. Here is a link that I also wanted to share, “Craig Ferguson Forgoes His Monologue for a Soulful Rumination” from, that I thought was extremely poignant.

To quote him, “We’re all diminished by this.”

I know this is a bit off topic, but I hope you all won’t mind.

In kindness and hope, 

Roxy Vespa.

About kaie w. bird

A freelance photographer in Israel that likes to scoot about while documenting just about everything. P.S. I am a horrible editor. Forgive me.

9 responses to “Charming West Texas, you give me faith in humanity. Updated.

  1. Pingback: Scooter faith | Albfarweststor

  2. Hi there, thanks for stopping by my blog Vacant Pages a couple of days ago, much appreciated. You have a very neat blog.

  3. The great state that reared me taught me these same values. Great post!

    • Oh yeah, you are a fellow Texan, eh??! We are just everywhere. I mean, I’ve seen Texas in just about every place I’ve ever traveled to. Represent. = ) And thanks for your comment! Cheers!

  4. in my country, the Vespa riders will greet each other by waving, every time they meet on the street. And they will help each other if any one of they vespa got trouble. That’s a codes of ethics for Vespa rider in here, without looking at of which group he belongs. love that attitude ^^d .

    • Very cool and thanks for sharing that here! I have noticed that between the motorcyclist here in the states, but haven’t really seen many vespas yet to get an idea if that is also how they act as a community. I would guess it is similar, or maybe even more involved and people interact when they see other vespa folk on the road. I adore that sense of community that comes with being a rider. We are good people! = )

  5. Glenn barnett ⋅

    Wonderful story of hospitality and caring. Texas, even Houston still has a higher ratio of those that care. Don’t stop writing or riding. Thought of you yesterday as I recalled when you were in Israel that you had desired enchiladas as i enjoyed 1/2 of my order of beef enchiladas at our favorite hole in the wall.

    • Aw, thanks for that little note! Thank you so much for your kindness throughout this blog’s life! I hope you enjoyed your Tex-Mex! I’m certainly making up for what I was lacking while back in Israel. = ) Cheers, Glen! Hope your summer is going swimmingly. = )

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