Nope - this is not some serious preaching. Father Passenant's homily about today's gospel on “conquering human frailty and becoming friends with God” inspired me to write about how good people are in general.
Yesterday, while I was deadheading some hydrangeas in the garden, I observed how friendly people are. There was an offer of a cup of coffee and buttered roll in a brown bag, a refill of water for my watering can and warm "Hello" from passers-by. Whether they were walking their dog (hopefully on a leash), jogging with their little son, gathering rocks to beautify their rock garden, riding their bike to the park or simply bringing their wash to the laundry room, they paused for a little chat with me.
Life tends to be busy but they found time to say Hi and let out a smile. Even Raly with her reputation as the “rogue” in the complex, has a good heart to donate two shrubs and a fig tree for the garden. She made sure that I know these plants aren't cheap by leaving the price tags on!
The librarian who knew me well already and waived my overdue fees for my summer reads (shame on me), the mothers with their tots (young boys dressed to the hilt with their yarmulkas) and intently listening to the volunteer during storytelling time and the seniors who are being mentored in the use of the computer - they are all friendly at Vleigh Place Library.
A chat with the lady who asked to share the table with me at Costco while I was having my dinner (what else but Costco’s famous hot dog, soda and churro for desert - good deal for $2.50), priceless! She’s from Jersey but comes to do the shopping for her old mother who lives on Long Island. I’ll probably never see her again, but I’ll treasure that nice talk with her.
We may be crabby some of the time,
but we are good people most of the time.
It's a good day! Smile.
