When out in public, I keep my head down.
I don't make eye contact.
I mind my own business.
For no other reason, I assume I won't run into people I know in a city where I have lived for just a year.
That's despite meeting at least a thousand people since I arrived in Bloomington. The Herald-Times gifted me 1,000 cards when I arrived in June 2019 and when I was laid off May 1, 2020, I had about 30 cards left.
I met many people.
Yet it comes as a perpetual surprise that complete strangers stop me in public and ask me how I'm doing. They ask about job prospects, if I'm OK, if I need anything.
For anyone who assumes the darkness of the human soul, they don't see what I see.
A complete stranger approached me Thursday to ask about my state of life.
This simple act is of such graciousness and I find it astounding. I suspect she recognized me from column mugshots. Regardless of how she knew me, her questions of well-being filled my heart and reminded me of the good in this city, this county, this state, this country and this world.
Imagine if we all could treat strangers as friends and what that would mean for our society.
To use an old Oprah phrase: Random Acts of Kindness.
Enjoy your weekend, my dearest friends, far and near.
Peace and kindness unto you my brothers and sisters.