Where'd All the Good People Go?

I'll have to admit, a week ago when I was told i would have to start and uphold a blog for one of my classes, I was nervous. I'm nervous a lot you could say, but this made my anxiety sky rocket. I sat in a classroom filled with people who knew exactly what they wanted to write about the minute we received the assignment description, and there was me, frozen. I love writing, don't get me wrong; when I was younger that's what I wanted to be when I grew up. My dreams have since then changed, and I didn't know what I could write about to keep people interested, and how comfortable I felt putting my own thoughts and ideas out onto the web.

All week long I continued to think of the random things that interest me that I could blog about. I was walking back to my dorm after successfully completing my first week of classes and listening to my iPod like I normally do. I was relived to be done, even if it only was for a weekend. The first week always drags on, everyone is focused on getting where they need to be without thinking about anyone else. I had my fair share of busy bodies, classroom guidelines, and more syllabi than a girl ever needs in her life. I looked up from my usual stare at my feet to see a girl staring at the map of my campus. She looked at me, and I took my headphones off.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to ask you, but are you a student here?" She asked me, in the nicest voice I had heard in a while. I told her I was, and she pointed to the Fine Arts Center and asked if it was the Science building. I told her it wasn't and showed her the fastest way to get to where she need to be. With the biggest smile on her face, she put her hand on my shoulder and thanked me. She explained that she has a job interview, and if it wasn't for me, she would have gotten lost, and couldn't thank me enough. I told her it was really not a problem, and wished her the best of luck.

I walked away and couldn't help but smile myself over the niceness this stranger had just shown me. I genuinely hoped she would get the job based on the thirty-second conversation I had with her. I might have helped her get to her interview, but in that moment she reassured me that some people really are truly kind, and lately our world has been missing a lot of that. I put my headphones back on to hear a song I hadn't heard in a while.

"How many train wrecks do we need to see, before we lose touch of, we thought this was low, it's bad getting worse, so where'd all the good people go?"

I was listening to "Good People" by Jack Johnson. I realized that there are little slices of life that we all have that are there to get us through some days. I then decided this is exactly what I could spend my time writing about for my blog, and other than that, my whole life talking about. The random acts of kindness, and small things that happen during the largest scheme of our daily routines that bring smiles to our faces. And so begins, my slice of life.