Today, I am driving home. I haven't been in the best of moods. I feel as if I have gone backwards in time. I got a promotion but in the promotion I went back to an old job. I like the job and the people but it has been melancholy being in the office again. I guess I am just feeling sorry for myself. I am making a beeline for the house. Up ahead I see the cars begin to slow and then stop, a FEDEX truck parked off to the side and then the opposite traffic is stopped. Then I see in the middle of the street a tiny little dog scurrying back and forth and right behind him is the FEDEX driver running. Now, I am on a heavily travelled road at the end of the day but both lanes have stopped and allowed the FEDEX driver to chase down the little dog and catch him. Thankfully I must say, I let out a breath! Some days just end on a good note.
 

Yesterday I dropped off my son's girlfriend at her house. She lives in a nice area but the neighborhood is not wealthy. These days who is wealthy? Everyone scraping pennies to fill up their gas tank. So I am driving to the stop sign leaving the neighborhood and a lady is in the middle of street just waving her hands at me. I am thinking, "Oh this is going to be good." My inclination is that this is the story is going to be about gas and not really going to be used for gas as the convenience store (no gas pumps, by the way) is right at the stop sign which I am rolling up to as she is breathless and telling me, "Ma'am". "Yes" "Ma'am, my car is outta gas on the otha street and I need 2 dollas for some gas, pluuuuzzzzeeee!" I reach in my pocket and pull out $2.00 exactly and as I do she says, "Well, if you have $5.00, it would be better." "That's all I got". I roll up the window and turn to drive off and she scurries toward the convenience store. She hesitates at the door and looks back at me. I shake my head. I want so to believe in people. I want not to turn the other cheek and turn my charity away from the person that might actually need it. I thought about turning around and sitting in the parking lot and just watching her as she came out of the store but what good would it do? Addicts live to next fix, they really don't care what they do to the people in between.