Random Acts of Kindness

So today it was really cold. I mean really cold with wind coming fast and bitter. Of course I wore my cute backless tan shoes so my feet were freezing. I had to go to the library to do research for that awful history paper and A was supposed to come but didn't...grrr...so i was there alone...anyway, my mom dropped me off but spent the whole time bitching about how i can't take the bus and don't know how to do anything. so i was early and had to stand out in the cold for 20 minutes with these kinda seedy looking guys making me increasingly pissed off at R. Then I went in and didn't have too much trouble with reasearch but it really wasn't great. So I called my mom and had to sit outside again in the cold again. I guess you could tell how pissed I was at R and PGH by my face and there was this guy who had baggy pants, chains hanging all around (reminded me of Coop on pants days), lots of rings, dyed hair, tattoos on hands, etc. He was on his cell talking about liver damage and standing halfway up the steps pretty close to me which i thought was a little weird. Then he said, "I gotta go, love you, mom" which I thought was cute but then he turned to talk to me. Okay, I will admit that I am a spoiled little princess with somewhat irrational prejudices who gets really weirded out when strangers, especially "different" ones talk to me. So he said "Quit looking so happy! You look like your puppy just died." So I laughed a little and he said, "He didn't, did he? Good, cause then that would make me look like an asshole. Smile a little, it's a nice day...sort of." Then he went inside and it did kinda make me smile even though I was still a little weirded out. Then, only about a minute later he came back out of the library, went over to a little sign and bent down and pretended to pick something up off the ground (I am not sure if he pretended or actually did but I am pretty sure he pretended). He came over to me and I started thinking, "shit, he's coming over. He's nice but I just don't do strangers." I was pretty mortified that he would sit next to me but instead he just came over and handed me something and said, "Here, I found this on the ground, you looked like you could use an angel." Then he left. He had given me a little silver-colored oval shaped thing about the size of a thumbprint (creative comparison, eh?) and on one side was an embossed angel and on the other was engraved the word "healing." I really am still not sure what to think. Part of me is like, he was nice, a little weird, but sweet. The other part, the part that watches too many scary movies and thinks about them too much, thinks this is out of something like the ring where the angel is the angel of death or whatever. But I tend to have a crazy imagination so I will just go with the random nice stranger. I have to admit, even an hour or so later I was still in a kinda "good" mood after that. After typing this out, it doens't seem that real. It seems like one of those feel good stories people tell to reassure and inspire.