I know that I have explained that I am writing this blog as a way to keep a positive attitude. I know it is working because one of my coworkers complimented me and told me I looked great. She said it was probably because I looked happy.
Sounds good to me.
The only problem that I have is that I am a rather cynical person who doesn’t always see good in people. I see the good and support nature of many people here in my WordPress family, but not as often in my coworkers and even more rarely in my fellow commuters. I get frustrated at my fellow bus passengers because they are loud, obnoxious, unaware that their backpacks come so close to smacking people in the head, oblivious to the fact that their music is bleeding out of their headphones, and that everyone tries to take up two seats with a variety of strategies.
Today I saw something different. Today, on multiple occasions, several of my fellow commuters offered up their seats to senior citizens. The bus was particularly crowded and giving up your seat meant that you might have to balance precariously and not even have the possibility of a handhold. At best, you might have some high school kids to break your fall.
I like to think of Canadians and New Canadians as polite people, but like all people growing older, I tend to think that “things were better in my day”. I am not sure when my day actually refers to, but it seems to be one of those sentences you grow into as you get older.
So, for the time being at least, my faith in the kindness of others is somewhat restored.