Reframing
I was going to post about the lady who blared her horn at me at a red light today. When I was fourth in line behind a bus. Sigh.
But I’d rather talk about the nice guy who, when I was crossing a street yesterday, called out, “Be careful!”
I was walking west and he was headed south. He saw a car flying (I’d gander going 55 in a 25) and about to careen on two wheels around my corner where I was crossing.
I ran as fast as I could and yelled out “Thank you!” And waved when I was safe.
I am quick to hate the drivers and neighbors I encounter. But it’s heartwarming to know there are kind people here too.
I used to think snowbirds were the problem. God knows tourists mucked up the flow when I was in D.C.
Visitors aren’t the problem here. It’s the douchebags who have set up residence in my county, for the most part.
Give me a tourist any old day. Better yet, get me away from the other residents and it’ll all be just fine.