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Post #89571 Babble
I love it when my Mother tells me the story of her “Great Adventure”. She was around 19 or 20 and she had a huge fight with her mother and hopped in her car and ended up driving clear across the United States. She grew up in Los Angeles and felt that people were naturally bitter and selfish. She drove until she ran out of money and stopped at this little cafe and asked if she could wash dishes or something to get a meal and some gas money. They told her they had a little apartment upstairs and she could work as a waitress for a few weeks, or longer if she wanted, until she had enough money to move on. They were the sweetest, kindest people, and didn’t take rent out of her wages and made sure she had enough to eat every day.
My Mother says that as she continued her drive (which eventually landed her in Northern New York state where she met my Father) she met several of these kind of people, and that it really gave her hope that the rest of humanity wasn’t as bitter and nasty as the people she had grown up with in LA.
Every time I meet a nasty person, I just think about my Mother’s story and imagine that somewhere, even if it isn’t right where I am, there are 100 or more people who are nice, for every one person I meet that is nasty.
