It’s late, I’m tired, and I have to get up at stupid o’clock for work, but I need to get down what happened today before I start forgetting bits of it.
I’ve recently met someone who has blown me away with their perspective on life.
In my eyes, he’s had more than his share of bad luck. Among other things, he lost his daughter and wife (the one great love of his life) in a terrible car accident several years ago. Right now he’s going through daily radiotherapy. If anyone has a reason to be angry at the world, it’s him.
We were talking today about life, racism, rudeness, etc., and I remarked that people are just a bit shit.
His reply blew me away:
“People are amazing! They do wonderful things every day. They hold doors open for you. They let you out at busy junctions. They jump out of their cars to help you push start yours. Everywhere you look, people are doing wonderfully kind things for each other. The world’s an amazing place if you remember the little things are important too.”
I’m not ashamed to say I had tears in my eyes. I felt completely humbled: here was a man who has been dealt so many bad hands, but he had the ability to see past that. To see wonder everywhere.