GOOD outweighs the bad

I was molded into an optimist by my invisible sculptor. I have always been one and will continue to think and have thoughts as one. It makes me stay positive, feel good, and live longer. I still am aware of reality, though, so don't think of me as a push over. I will flip the script from time to time and surprise you.

The reason why I bring up my perspective on life is because this past Saturday I was on my way to go catch a bus towards the train to go meet up with my old high school wrestling coach. He's only five or six years my senior, and he works out at this Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) Gym in the Bronx. A lot of my friends have told me that I'd be good at it, so I figured why not try it out for a day and see...I digress...

...So while I was patiently waiting for the bus to arrive this mini-van pulled up near the stop, window rolled down and thick West Indian accent politely asked, "could you pull my side mirror out. I forgot to push it out and just noticed." I did the kind thing and pulled the mirror out in order for his vision to not be thwarted while driving. After my kind gesture he asked, "Are you going to the train?" I replied, "Yes." And he said, "I can drop you off."

[Exit Mind and Spirit, Stage Right]
Not being full of myself or anything, but there are crazy people out there. I had an inner meeting really quick and thought about the situation from all angles: (1) this man could be crazy and want to kidnap me, torture me, and chope me up into pieces, (2) he might just rob me (note: i had nothing, so this would most likely revert back to choice 1), or (3) he might be a genuinely nice person. I chose 3, being the optimist that I am. If it was my time to go, it was my time to go.

[Enter Mind and Spirit, back to Figz]
I didn't think that long about it...lol...but it ran through my mind. First thing he asked was that I put my seat-belt on, and along the way we talked about what we do in our respective lives--he was a correctional officer and I the young scientist. The vibe I got was that he was a churchgoing man, and we were soon talking about God and I informed him where I go to church and he was glad. First impression he received from me was that I was professional, intelligent and believed in a Higher Being, I have come know as God, Father, etc. We talked about the misled youth, and he talked of his dis-like for young men wearing baggy jeans and I laughed. Just as young gentleman make excuses and find reasons to validate the use of the "n-word" they too find the same comfort in wearing baggy jeans, even though it is a jail mentality.

Moral of the story. I caught my train and met another good, generous human being. Granted, I could have been Sylar-esque...lmao...but that's not the way of my spirit...there are still good people in the world. I'm happy I can be included in that number.