EVIDENCE OF BALANCE
Last night on my bus ride home, a cute, young, Latin boy asked out loud where Leavenworth Street was. An older black gentleman and myself both responded, and the passenger was especially grateful, spreading a smile across all three of our faces. It felt good to be useful during these troubling days, no matter how common the request, or miniscule the effect. A few stops later, as the Latin boy was exiting the bus, a female passenger sitting across from the side door, through her gum wrapper off of the bus into the street as the doors opened.