I left Ron’s place early this morning and will be overnight in Monterey. Tonight I’ll look at the apartments I may rent.
But, while waiting for the magic hour that I can get into the motel, I stopped to use my computer in a coffee shop. All the electric outlets were busy, but there was a larger table with one woman who just put her bag down.
“Are you here alone?”
“Yes, do you want the table?” She seemed willing to give it up.
“I’d like to share it with you.”
“Go right ahead.”
She wore long unkept hair, a baggy, dirty, white t-shirt, baggy dirty jeans, and a tired, worn, facial expression. When she sat down I continued on with my computer project and when I was out of power, I closed the top down and began to speak with her.
We exchanged who our favorite artists are and spoke about what a pretty day it was, and other small talk. I could tell she seemed relieved to speak to someone who didn’t judge her.
“Well,” she smiled. “It was nice speaking to you, and I hope you have a good day.”
“I will, and likewise. I enjoyed it, too, and thanks for sharing the table.”
“I’m leaving now because I have to go to my AA meeting.”
“Good for you and good luck.”
Then, with more time on my hands, I went to Juice and Java in Pacific Grove where my writer’s club met and saw only one free electric outlet, but one half of it was used by a teenager’s cell phone.
“Would you mind if I sat here and used that outlet?”
“No, not at all, I’m going to leave soon, anyway.”
When I came back to the table with my drink, the young man was very polite, and even told me he liked the top I was wearing. (It came from the Island of Vis, off of Croatia).
We spoke some and he even made certain that the computer plug worked in the outlet. He took his power cord out and said the phone was powered up enough.
He then asked me my name and told me his, and we shook hands. A great teenager and good young man in the making.
What I’m saying is, I continue to believe that most people in the world are good.
Just give them a chance to be good.