People Are Good

The nicest thing happened to me the other day. Upon exiting the train, I spent several minutes internally debating whether to try and make a run for it or wait out the impending rain in the station. My umbrella had busted in the city and was subsequently abandoned in a dumpster.

I took my chances and started walking. Not two minutes later, the storm clouds exploded, and rain started falling in sheets. Cursing my bad luck, I stopped at the corner to wait for the walk signal just as a car slowed at the stoplight. The passenger window rolled down to reveal an arm offering a bright pink umbrella. The light turned to green while the woman driving shouted "Here, take mine! You need this more than I do." Momentarily stunned, I froze for a second before grabbing the gift as the car sped off. I practically skipped the entire way home, soaked and cold, but beyond delighted to have been the recipient of such a random act of kindness.

We've had tons and tons of rain these past few weeks. My new umbrella instantly puts me in a good mood, because every time I use it, I am reminded that people are good.