whitebread

As I was walking on the wet concrete the other day, I passed a small crowd. They were gathered around a somewhat disheveled older man seated on some concrete steps. He had several scrapes on his face, and looked pretty disoriented. A cane rested on the railing off to his side. Someone was on a cell phone, and a someone else was dabbing his forehead.

The situation was under control, so I just smiled as I passed. It was one of those rare moments when the fact that we are all in this together comes into sharp focus. A person needed help, and people did. They helped because they could relate–and it because it was the right thing to do.

The Kindness of Strangers.

Peace.