*hug* I hate bastards like the laborers. I see too many of them.
To counteract them, I will share the lovely thing I saw the other day. A beautiful woman using a cane and moving stiffly-- obviously, to me, in a great deal of pain, but perhaps to others just looking stately-- was heading towards a convenience store door. (I was in the car while C pumped gas.) A pair of teens came out the door as she arrived, and instead of barrelling past her, as I expected, one of them held the door for her, smiling brightly at her. They exchanged words, I don't know what was said, but the one who held the door beamed all the way back to the car.
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Date: 2009-08-20 11:54 pm (UTC)To counteract them, I will share the lovely thing I saw the other day. A beautiful woman using a cane and moving stiffly-- obviously, to me, in a great deal of pain, but perhaps to others just looking stately-- was heading towards a convenience store door. (I was in the car while C pumped gas.) A pair of teens came out the door as she arrived, and instead of barrelling past her, as I expected, one of them held the door for her, smiling brightly at her. They exchanged words, I don't know what was said, but the one who held the door beamed all the way back to the car.
It was lovely, and gave me hope.