People Are Mostly Good

While I like to say that I am 150% productive each day, I am not. For some reason, each week I look out my window at the precise time that a particular student walks past my window. Why do I notice this particular student? He is blind.

A few minutes ago, I looked out my window and there he was. Smiling, talking to a girl who was holding onto his arm. That is why I notice. Because each time I see him, he is flanked by a different person. Good samaritans.

And that gives me hope that the world is actually full of people who are mostly good.