The news is filled with stories of terror, murder, and senseless violence. Some days it is hard to believe that there are good people left in this world. I’ve been in a funk lately because it has been almost a year since my daddy died and there are days when I’m not sure if the goodness, decency, humanity, and work ethic that my daddy embodied still exists in this world anymore.
I met a man today who made me get outside of myself and realize that there is still goodness and decency in this world, you just have to be open to seeing it. The cab driver who took me from the Chattanooga Airport to my hotel was a nice older Southern gentleman. Even though he was a wizened black man, when he spoke, it was like listening to my daddy. He had that sweet Southern drawl that fills space with its graciousness and makes you believe that everything will be all right. He spoke of ordinary things like work, family, church, but as I listened, I realized that the values he espoused where those of my father.
We ended up talking about good people and he said that good people were to be found everywhere and it didn’t matter what race. He told me about a group of Asian businessman he’d driven to a hotel and they’d invited him out for drinks. He didn’t take them up on it, but he was
thrilled to have been asked.