50 Forints


This morning as I reached for my public transportation pass, I dropped a 50 forint coin in the process. It bounced aside to escalator platform next to me, and I left it there, thinking, “Maybe it’ll make someone’s day to find a happy little coin later on.” 

I went down the last escalator and walked down the platform to wait exactly 4 minutes and 30 seconds for the next metro train, as I had just missed the previous train. I’ve become more and more okay with missing the train, since my friend Gabor reminded me, “Don’t people know that there’s another train coming in just 4 and a half minutes? Why do we need to rush?”

As I leaned against the green mosaic wall, an old man came up to me. He had seen me drop the coin on the escalator, picked it up, and had come to find me on the platform to return it to me. His small gesture was striking. Perhaps my expectations are too low, but in any culture, in any city, I would not expect a stranger to take time to return something of such little value. Kindness is a welcomed surprise, a refreshing moment. Kindness like that from a stranger is balm on the wound of my imperfect perception of who we are as people. It reminds me that people can feel a natural compassion for someone that they have never met. I love these unhurried moments.

Posted by Betsy, serving a 23-month term in Budapest with EFCA ReachGlobal.