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The Nicest People in the World By Dale Potruski, The Oaks Bed and Breakfast March 2008 Can you explain the “random act of kindness”? What might be the motivation, the cause, and the consequence of such unexplained behavior? I understand that there are places on the planet where such occurrences rarely happen. However, here in my home town of Saluda, North Carolina these unprovoked gestures are a daily event. My first experience was only days after my wife, Donna, and I had taken ownership of The Oaks Bed and Breakfast on Greenville Street. We were living in a labyrinth of cardboard boxes. Before the task of unpacking was to commence, I decided to make my way to the front verandah to clear my head with a breath of invigorating Blue Ridge Mountain air. It had worked! Slowly my vision cleared and the synapses began to fire. It was better than a double espresso! Fearful that I may get too much of a good thing, I turned to reenter the inn. There on the antique doorknob hung a familiar looking item—it was a plastic grocery bag. In the bag was a collection of produce from someone’s garden, all fresh and fragrant. No note. No card. No one to thank. Interesting. Another time, the woman from across Greenville Street brought over the most delicious Coconut Cream Cake. Now I am not wild about coconut, but I have to say, this was the most amazing cake ever! An old family recipe she told me. (I think I detected the slightest bit of rum!) Was it my birthday? An anniversary? None of that—it was a “welcome to the neighborhood” cake. Then there was the time my wife and I were visiting a neighbor (we will call her Wiggie). I had admired an antique ceramic bud vase in the shape of a playful kitten. I complemented Wiggie on her exceptional taste. She invited me to take the piece home. I figured it to be a cherished part of her collection. She insisted. The kitten now looks at me from beneath the glass on my living room coffee table. And I am not the only recipient of such unspecified acts of generosity. A husband and his wife staying at the inn had decided to spend their afternoon shopping the galleries, bistros and boutiques on Main Street. Having lost track of time, the couple noticed that an unexpected cloudburst would make their walk back to The Oaks a soggy one. It was then that the shop owner closed his place of business and drove the couple back to the inn. Did the shop owner lose revenue? Maybe. Did he make new friends? Definitely! So what inspires this kind of behavior in the residents of this historic mountain village? (Even I have started dragging my neighbor’s garbage cans back to her garage after trash pick-up on Mondays.) Is it some unwritten law of the Blue Ridge, handed down from one generation to the next? Maybe it is rooted in the area’s strong religious beliefs. Or is it be because only the nicest people in the world live in and visit Saluda? I’ll tell you what I think . . . I think it’s in the air.
The Oaks Bed and Breakfast A Spectacular Victorian Inn, Situated in a Unique Mountain Village. The Oaks Bed and Breakfast in Historic Saluda, North Carolina!
339 Greenville St., Saluda NC, 28773
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