Every morning there is an old asian man in the subway passing free Metro newspapers to passer-byers (is that even a word?). But what strikes me is that he says "Good Morning!" with a smile to everyone (whether you are taking the paper from his extended hand or not)! If this guy ever got up on the wrong side of the bed, you wouldn't know b/c he is pleasant every single morning, Mon-Fri. Rarely do I take a newspaper from him, but I always like to return the smile and greeting by saying "Good Morning" back to him.
I wonder, does he get tired of doing this every morning? Does anything in life get him down where it will change his daily demeanor? Well, wherever he is getting those positive vibes from, I hope they never go away! I there are people out there who probably have no soul and can treat that man in the meanest and/or rudest way for no reason at all. Thinking about that gets me sad. I don't want this friendly old man being exposed to that. It's like how a parent would never want their kid to know what sadness or death is, but in reality they know it's a part of life. Well that's how I feel about this newspaper man: protective. He is a friendly, elder, little man who really starts your morning "good". A world like this needs people like him... not those stuck-up/rude/ignorant people we come across more often than we should.
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