In the market area, I bought yellow beans and lettuce. The people who sold them to me very kind. On the way home, I stopped at Second Cup for a coffee. My server was understanding and pleasant. A man in uniform walked into the shop with a friend who used the bathroom. He asked if he could sit with me while he waited. For a second I thought this was strange because there were lots of other empty tables. Why did he want to sit with me? He was a good person. I knew that right away. He only sat for a minute. We didn't talk except for when he stood up to leave, he said, "Thank you for your hospitality." That seemed funny and sweet, because all I did was sit there drinking my coffee. Saying thank you never hurts and hearing it doesn't either.
Once I was home, the new superintendent and her husband came by to fix the door in my front hallway. It's been broken for a long time. Now it's as good as new. We chatted while they worked and they are very friendly. The superintendent's husband met the Observer and I think they clicked. I mentioned that the Observer is Italian and they told me they are Portuguese. It must be a European connection.
Today I met so many kind strangers. Being Remembrance Day, perhaps I am being reminded of how lucky I am to have the freedom to be out and about meeting good citizens. The world may be changing, but there are still solid people living in it. I feel free to be me and what could be better?
Thank you to everyone who sacrificed so that people like me could be privileged. Your gift keeps giving.