Restored Faith
It seems whenever Americans talk about ourselves we speak of how unfriendly and cold we are — especially those living in major cities. I have noticed that these observations are not entirely wrong.
This afternoon as I sat on the bus heading home we came to bus stop. Looking out the window I saw a blind woman holding a ziplock baggy. In the bag was a piece of paper that had our bus number printed on it in big, bold, letters. The driver opened the door and called out to her "550". "What?" she queried. "This is the 550." "Thanks," she replied as she felt her way onto the bus.
Before the door had even opened, however, a man who was sitting at the front of the bus stood up and moved to a less comfortable/convenient spot, leaving a very accessible seat for our newest passenger.
As she felt her way into the bus, I wondered how she was going to find her seat. I needn't have worried, for no sooner had the thought entered my mind, than the man who had moved spoke up, "First seat to your right," he directed. "Thank you." she replied, sitting.
No other words were spoken between the two. There didn't need to be. He wasn't looking to become her best friend, or gain anything from it. He was simply being polite.
City dwellers may not welcome all with open arms, but when the situation calls for it we can be down-right nice.
This afternoon as I sat on the bus heading home we came to bus stop. Looking out the window I saw a blind woman holding a ziplock baggy. In the bag was a piece of paper that had our bus number printed on it in big, bold, letters. The driver opened the door and called out to her "550". "What?" she queried. "This is the 550." "Thanks," she replied as she felt her way onto the bus.
Before the door had even opened, however, a man who was sitting at the front of the bus stood up and moved to a less comfortable/convenient spot, leaving a very accessible seat for our newest passenger.
As she felt her way into the bus, I wondered how she was going to find her seat. I needn't have worried, for no sooner had the thought entered my mind, than the man who had moved spoke up, "First seat to your right," he directed. "Thank you." she replied, sitting.
No other words were spoken between the two. There didn't need to be. He wasn't looking to become her best friend, or gain anything from it. He was simply being polite.
City dwellers may not welcome all with open arms, but when the situation calls for it we can be down-right nice.
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