daily delights

I have started a journal and I am writing in it as I wander through these busy city streets, waiting on or off the subway, or sitting on the bus. I am writing about things that I learn, mostly these consist of what I love to call daily delights . . .or wonders. My favorite delight of the day I will share with all of you.

As I was sitting on the bus, everyone seemed pre-occupied by his or her life. Picture a tall lanky young man standing by the back doors listening to his IPOD, talking on the phone and holding on tightly as the driver reaches the bus to a stop. Now imagine a mom in her late twenties, trying to hold onto her son as she is getting off the bus, only her son is all wobbly from the motion of the bus and she has to keep catching him. The bigger problem arises when the bus doors do not open and the driver is about to pull away. IPOD man suddenly in reality interrupts his music and conversation to help this woman. He calls to the driver "back doors" and pushes the doors open for the very thankful and flustered woman.

I cherish this moment. There is something heart warming about seeing strangers love one another.