I have an ongoing conversation with a friend about things like this.
I have a habit of commenting on things that I see. I suppose writing a blog for more than Ten Years is a good outlet for that sort of Navel Gazing but I get static back.
My usual response to people who question me is straightforward: ” I am one of the helpers.”
I usually have to follow that with “My first instinct is to help, to make a positive change”.
Then I read a cynical story like this one and wonder if maybe my thoughts are a bit misplaced these days.
Dunno, maybe not, and maybe it’s a view inside my present state of mind.
Skip it, I’m going to make some coffee. Want some?
I saw a woman drop her purse in the high street this morning, so I quickly followed her.
As I was just about to tap her on the shoulder she started running for a bus.
So I ran after her shouting, “You dropped your purse! You dropped your purse!”
She didn’t hear me and proceeded to get onto the bus, so I got on the bus too.
As I walked to the back of the bus I breathlessly said, “You dropped your purse on the floor outside outside McDonald’s.
Thank you so much she said, Where is it?
I said, I’ve just told you, on the floor outside McDonald’s.