I have been becoming increasingly frustrated lately with the people who I have been encountering as I travel around the city. Between nearly getting run over, catcalling, strangers trying to get a date out of me, inconsiderate behaviour, and parents screaming at their children, it has been hard to see the good in people. I have good reason to be angry at the way I and others have been treated, and that can obscure the rest of the picture.
Last Monday, my bike’s chain fell off the gear and got stuck. A lady returning home a few houses down from a walk with her children saw me struggling with it, so she came over and helped me.
Last fall, I forgot my purse in a bus stop on my way to an 8 AM class. A lady saw it, picked it up, and brought it to the police station, where they contacted me to pick it up.
When a drunk man was hitting on me while I sat on the bus, and he grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let it go, the bus driver took the time to make sure that I was safe and that I was alright.
When a man taking a smoke break saw me looking at my bike while waiting for the light to change, he explained to me what was causing the noise I was hearing, exactly how to fix it, and not to worry about it, since it was a very minor problem.
These are just a few examples of people who have gone out of their way to help me, unasked, and without anything in return.
I am grateful for these people, and I need to make sure that I do not forget them too quickly in my frustration with others.