Kindness Goes A Long Way

 Hello my lovelies, 

Originally, I was supposed to have this out last week but college life and the roadblock of not knowing how to express my thoughts in words for you all... until now. 

As most of the people reading this know, January 24th is Moebius Syndrome Awareness Day. It took my family ten years to find out about this and ever since, it has felt like a piece of me that I am so proud of. The Moebius community is something I can never express in words of how glad I am to have them. I love sharing awareness for myself and for them in hopes of helping it get to be well known. 

So, seeing all the purple this year and all the wonderful messages you all have shared with me or talked about me does not go unnoticed. I am usually pretty awkward at taking compliments because words do mean a lot to me. The hardest critic I have is myself and it is reassuring to know the impact I have made on people for the better. I will never be able to explain how much this means to me. 

Bonus story: if you know me, I love music so much. One of my favorite underrated singers I love called Banana Club noticed my message to her and she wore purple and let everyone know about it too. Big fangirl moment for me... moving along. 

The most important objective for me: trying to do my best. Sometimes I am having a bad time but it means a lot that kind people do exist. The world sometimes can feel so dark, lonely, cruel, and hopeless but it can be the small things that can make me feel better. Such as, having my blog for as long as I have. It never gets old if I get told that I have reached someone's heart or made their lives better. 

Just a reminder: it is okay to have sad days and moments. I forget about this then feel even worse that I am not okay. It is perfectly normal to not be okay all the time. 

Another thing I love is patience people have to try to understand me when I speak. I have had times where I have gotten the wrong order because I wouldn't get asked what I said but I could tell by the cluelessness looks that they were winging it for the best. Other times, when I am with friends, workers just ignore me completely and depend on them for my order. I understand the pressure and nervousness one can have thinking about asking me to repeat myself or attempts to try to understand me but I promise you that if you need me or anyone else to repeat themselves, more than likely we would be happy to.  

One of the favorite times of my life to think about is when I broke my foot (by stepping off a curb....) during my freshman year of college. Now you may be wondering: Zayne, what do you mean one of your favorite eras of my life? Well, when I broke my foot and had to wait for the ambulance, an old man stayed with me the whole time to make sure I was okay. He didn't know me at all but kept checking on me. Another time, when I was riding around in my electric wheelchair, it got stuck in the grass... so I was hopping around trying to get it back onto the concrete and another random person walked up and helped me. Let's not forget the time I got free sweet tea from Chick-fil-a and a good football watching session. 

It is the truly small acts of kindness that make my heart happy. 

It is the people who don't judge by the cover of the books, too. In my freshman year of college (pre-COVID), I would sit outside on warm days to read my books on a bench in front of my dorm. It got so often that I started seeing regulars hehe. One person that would always stop and talk to me finally one day sat down and we spoke for thirty minutes about the most random things. At one point, he started telling me the way I spoke and looked intrigued him in the best way that he wanted to get to know me. It was one of the best compliments I ever received and I cried because one of my insecurities is the way I look may turn down people's wants to interact with me. I know it is such a stupid fear but I am battling through it. 

Side note: I had to take out my photo ID to make sure they understood my name. Almost everybody I have met has complimented how cool my name is which is fun but it is a struggle sometimes to say my own name. I do love ordering on my college campus because I pay with my student ID so they can just look at it then know.  It has also become a hobby of mine to use my middle name (which is Christine) or the name Lily for my coffee orders instead of going through the process of trying to get one to understand my name. Yes, I guess you can say that I can try to say my name out loud but I have gotten to the point where my patience for myself to say my name isn't there sometimes. 

I guess the overall message for today's blog is no matter the act of kindness, I feel like it will make a difference in someone's day. I will always remember telling a substitute "thank you" just for a piece of paper in middle school and she ended up crying while telling me she hasn't heard that in a long time. 

Thank you once again for reading my blogs and making me feel like I am making a difference. Happy February! 

Love always, 

Zayniator

Remember to smile with your heart! 

Listening to: Wildfire by The Wombats 

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