Earlier this month I had a bit of bad luck in the “will my plane take off today?” department. A few dozen delays, three airports, and a trillion snide jokes later I made it home. It was just after midnight and I had a 90 minute drive ahead of me in the middle of a monsoon, but hell, home is home. I don’t mind bad weather or long, solo drives but I do tend to look down on my truck catching fire in the middle of nowhere.
I think you see where I’m going here.
As I sat waiting for the tow truck that was “soon” to arrive, six people pulled over to ask if I needed any help. Six! That was 600% more than I had predicted.
I bring this story up only as a reminder that the world tends to be a scarier place than it really is. Scarier both in “what might happen to me?!” and “how will I manage?!” When it comes down to it, I’ve always found that the majority of people are good, kind hearted and yet I’m always amazed when I have to be reminded of this time and time again.