Walking home from the gym.
Middle aged man on a bike riding by me.
He waves, smiles & greets with a “good morning”.
I keep the same energy and return the greeting with a more cultural greeting, “wassup man”.
This was delivered with a smile and head nod.
“That was surprising”, I said to myself.
I guess because we spend our day avoiding the crazy people that we take for granted the good people of the world.
I walk out the door every day hoping to not have to run into a person who is having a bad day and can’t wait to lash out on somebody.
I go to work where not only is the working environment toxic but the at times the interactions with public are not so positive.
So in my mind I’m wondering where the hell the good people at?!?!?
I want no parts of the crazy.