I'm slowly learning that much of the public is composed of good people

Since I've been royally screwed over by people I thought were friends, I've been having a hard time the last few years believing that most people are basically good.  But I got a lesson in that today.


So I was at my gym this afternoon.  Yeah, big deal, I'm there 4 days a week.  Since I wanted to catch the 5:02 bus (class is 3:30-4:30), I was out at the bus stop by four forty-something.  And seeing as how the shade from the trees was way far back away from the road where the bus driver might not see me, I sat in the thin slice of shade provided by the street light wooden pole that the bus stop sign is attached to.  And to get in that thin slice of shade, I sat on the ground with my back against the pole, facing away from the road.  But as I very slowly was lowering myself to sit on the ground (I did just come from my gym, where I always bust some serious butt), I saw a car stop in the turn lane, and the young guy came running over.  "Are you alright?"  "Yes, I'm fine, many thanks, this is my bus stop and I'm just moving slow since I just went to my gym.  Many thanks again, I appreciate your concern very much."  Cool, someone who wants to help others.  Alright, alright...


And then, since the 5:02 bus must have been at least 15 minutes early (grrrrr),  I had an hour to kill at the bus stop with some lady in a wheelchair, that surprisingly rolled her wheelchair right over the grassy uneven ground. So then this high school girl parked across the field next to us and came walking a long way to see if we were alright.  "Yeah, we're fine, this is a bus stop and we're both waiting for the bus."  Huh, people ARE good... that was at least a four minute walk to cross the field.  I mean, if it was only three and a half minutes to cross the field, people are back to be jerks in general, but it was at least a four minute walk.  ;-)


AND THEN, a very cute cop stopped & made sure we were OK.  (she had a boyfriend, I checked, the cute ones always do-- go figure)  I was like "Ma'am, we're just waiting for the bus at a bus stop, why would you get a call?"  Cutesy packing heat: "Someone saw the wheelchair in the grass and was concerned."  Back to me: "Aaah, great!  That's awesome.  And by the way, thank you very much for doing this job."  (it's been a habit of mine the last few years to go out of my way to thank cops, firemen, ambulance crew, anyone in public service, even if it's as minor as a salute while I stand at attention as they drive by-- hey, their job is to keep you safe, aren't you appreciative?)



OK, OK, explanation for the bus being so freakin' late...  I got on the bus and said "Dennis the Menace [he's the bus driver on this route most often], it's 6:05.  I've been here since 4:45!!!  What the h3ll?" (that whole 'no cussing' rule went right out the window, whoops)
"I had a problem with the bus, so while we worked on it, we sent a van instead.  Didn't you see the van?"
"OHHHH, the only shade I could find was to sit down with my back against the light pole, thus facing away from the road."  On asking him later why the van didn't stop for a guy sitting with his back against the bus stop sign, he thought maybe they thought that since I wasn't standing, I was just resting.  Hmmm... I'll buy that, but that tells me the Greenville Transit Authority isn't picking their apples from the highest branch, hmmm...?


OK, well, it's been an afternoon... but this may have been my first lesson (in the last 3.5 years, so I'll say it's the first lesson that I remember) that there are good people out there, it just seems that my path through life, especially in the last few years, has wandered past all the worthless & thieving ones.  If you want anything immoral done in Greenville, S.C., gimme a call, I'm almost positive I'll know just the guy for the job.  His practice warm-up job probably cost me something, be it money or self-esteem or trust.  (even though I'm referencing that some of my "friends" have screwed me in one form or another, I won't say publicly who they are or what they've done (or not done when they should have), as that may cause later problems I don't want to deal with.  I guarantee they never look at this blog, but you never know, so if they do, you know very well who you are and why I hate you, if not then don't worry about it)
Okay, it's 9:11pm & I have yet to shower or eat dinner.  Enough of this blogging junk.  Signing off...