People are good. Most people – like 91%! I think so. I believe so. and I sure as hell hope so.
From my experience, that figure is accurate. I’ve been blessed to interact with some of the nicest, good-hearted, loving individuals that the good Lord put on this Earth. Why is it that the bad people and their volumes seem to be so much louder than the good?? I’m guilty of it; I’ll teach a class that every ranted and raved about, and have one person as I’m leaving say “it was fine, but too hard.” or that they “liked when I did that thing last week, why didn’t I do that thing I did last week.” Sometimes, that negative input overshadows all of the fantastic feedback I’ve been lucky to receive. Ultimately, if you really sit back and think about it, there is so much more good than everything else. There has to be. Look at your friends, those people you meet up with on Friday nights, and share hysterical texts with. So we are smarter, and braver, and wiser – we must choose to see, listen to and be the good!
We moved and have a new gardener. His name is Manny and he and Madden are inseparable. The first time they met, right off the bat, Manny asked if he could hold Mad, and he’s yet to put him down. It often takes Manny double the time to tend to our yard because he carries my boy on his hip or shoulders or walks behind him as Madden operates the blower (Dear God), or lifts him high to slam dunk EVERY EFFING LEAF from our driveway into the trash. Manny asked me if it’s okay to get Madden a plastic rake so he can practice when he’s not around. And he brought cookies for him last week.
Scott and I hosted a charity ride last weekend to raise money for CHOC hospital, specifically the neuro division that operated on Madden. I told my classes about the ride, and posted once on Facebook about it. The bikes were priced above the normal class rate, and it took place on a weekend afternoon, prime family/football/chill time. You guys, there was a waitlist. For a charity ride. To support my family and the Child’s Hospital. A waitlist to pay more than the regular pricey amount. All 60 riders donated, then another 45 more. We raised more money in that ride than what your douchey neighbor paid for that henious cherry red convertible corvette.
I received a hand-written thank you note for nothing really. It was a thank you for being you. From someone who I haven’t even had the pleasure of hanging one-on-one with. It was a note to make me feel special, and did just that.
A friend went on a business trip to Rio. A long, busy, work work work type of trip and managed to bring home a pair of Havaianas of Madden. She had enough intention while there to track down these slippers, in the right size, and get them back to little man.
A rider stayed long after class to make sure another rider, who she’d never met, was okay after taking a tumble. A guy off Highland plugged his meter, noticed the one next to his was just about to expire with a stranger parked there, and contributed another 2 hours to that cars’ timer. A handy man ran out to his car, found one of his kids’ mini-skateboards, and sat with Madden for 20 minutes teaching him how to use it.
Kinda crazy how those images about made you smile huh?! Maybe there is something to spreading the good. Spreading that joy like wildfire. Let’s light up the world ya’lllll!
I promise if you keep looking, you’ll find it. Good people. Every age. Every color. Every neighborhood. And I think if we are treat the world like they are good, good is what the world will be!