Here’s my thing: good things happen all the time, everywhere, every single day. But we don’t hear about them. Yup, I know, we need to be aware of threats to our health and safety. But we don’t need to consume only media that reports on these things.
On the SkyTrain the other day, I sat across from the “save for the elderly or disabled” seat. A Caucasian kid in his teens sat there, earphones in, hood pulled up, baggy jeans, big necklace: gangsta style. His friend stood near him, same clothes, same ‘tude, slightly beat-up looking.
An old (pardon the label, but he really was pretty wrinkled and frail) little Chinese man with a cane wavered onto the car.
Immediately, the standing guy elbowed his friend. “Ya gotta get up man.” Immediately, the friend did. They both stepped back. The little old man reached towards the folding seat as the train moved forward, and then he fell back. An Indian man dropped his book, reached out and held the little old man up. The two kids arranged the seat, and everyone guided the now grinning from ear-to-ear grandpa into it. “Sank you, sank you” he smiled.
“Thank you, thank you” I thought. This is life. This is our world. This happens every single day.