There are Good People in this World

I am often guilty of having a negative outlook. On my job, on the state of our world…well on everything but mostly on my fellow human beings.

Tonight I had to go to my Uncle’s Memorial service. My family is not close and quite frankly some of them are big contributing factors to my negative opinion of other humans.

Okay I am side tracking, back to the point, good people exist…

In order to go to my Uncle's funeral and not have my mother berate me about my attire, I would need a new pair of dress pants (yeah old ones do not fit). Naturally I waited until an hour and half before the service to trudge off to the mall on my mission of finding decent dress pants that do not make my butt look fat (ha, like it matters cause...well it is fat, hence the old pair not fitting). I finally find a pair and have just enough time to change into them at the store and make it to the service (punctuality is not a family trait, but still an attempt should be made). I realized I would need a belt to go with the pants (big butt equals gap in the waist) so I threw my bags on the counter and purchased one quickly.

I then grabbed everything and trudged as fast as I could to my car in 4 inch heeled boots. I took off my jacket since I was a bit warm from the exertion of trying to walk fast but still look like I knew how to walk in 4 inch heeled boots. I hightailed it out of the mall parking lot and made excellent time to the funeral home in the city. Once there I reached for my purse but could not readily find it, I assumed it fell down alongside of the seat. I tend to take corners fast, this kinda thing happens often. I did not need it in the funeral home so I told myself I would look for it afterwards. Which is what I did after the family reunion, er, I mean my Uncle's Memorial service.

It was not there, matter of fact it was not anywhere in the car or my shopping bag. I drove home and called the store, the last place I had a definite memory of having it, only to be told that no purse was left there. I then had a flash of me taking off my jacket and switching bags from hand to hand to do so before I got in the car. Could I have dropped my purse in the parking lot and never realize it? Apparently, yes I could. I called mall security but no one turned in a purse and the gentleman on duty was there all night so he would have known.

So with a bad feeling, I drove back out to the mall and trolled the parking lot. No little red purse. I still had a glimmer of hope that a Good Samaritan would turn it in to security so I checked with them and the store one last time. No luck. As I walked back out to the car I looked one more time around the parking lot, but still no little red purse. I had no choice but to give up and drive home with thoughts of some punk kid in pants 8 times too big for his scrawny wanna be gangsta ass finding it and picking up only to discover nothing of use to him in it, thusly chucking it out of his tinted window of his lowered Honda. As I drove out of the parking lot I said aloud "people suck".

My mind preoccupied with thoughts of persuading Campus Security to give me a new id without having to pay for it, I drove home. Only to have my faith in humanity restored, for upon my door handle was a plastic shopping bag with my (much ran over) little red purse inside. Some kind, considerate woman had found it under a big SUV in the parking lot and located my drivers license. She drove to my home and upon hearing my dogs and not seeing any cars she took it to my neighbors house. How incredibly sweet and selfless of her. luckily my neighbor had the mind to get her phone number so that I could call her and thank her for her act of kindness.

I am what I call a pessimistic optimist. Meaning I always have hope while realistically planning for the worst outcome. Often it is the pessimistic side that is justified so it is always nice to have the optimistic side come out on top. So thank you to the woman who humbled me by doing a good deed.