The morning came and soon it was time to drive to campus.
It was one of those rainy days when every once in a while the sun tried to peek out from behind the clouds, but failed and then it rained for a while. As is almost the case, I drove in silence enjoying the scenery.
The gazillion shades of green that I never knew existed until I moved to Oregon.
The rolling grass fields.
How people could possibly be rude and unprofessional in such settings is simply beyond my wildest imagination!
I noticed the truck ahead in the slow lane indicating to move to the faster lane in which I was approaching. I slowed down. After seeming to confirm that I had indeed fallen behind, the truck moved over to my lane and as it passed the slow vehicle, the driver flashed his tail-lights in the truck-driving-fashion to thank me. Here was a truck driver being polite and thankful on the road, while he could have simply gone on. What a contrast to the email the night before!
I passed the truck. Slowly, the northwest sky darkened. The sun tried to peek from the other direction. And it started raining. In a matter of seconds, a huge rainbow appeared on the horizon. The cosmos was reminding me that life is immensely more than awful emails late in the night. I was near ecstatic.
After having freshly-brewed coffee in my office, I walked over to the copy room and got my work done. I hoped that the students would enjoy the task that I had prepared for them. As I was walking away from the copier, the late night emailer was walking to the machine.
"I'm sorry that I jumped all over you."
I couldn't care. "I'm used to it by now" I replied as I continued to walk.
I suppose saying "sorry" has become far easier than to behave properly in the first place. Such is life--it is not always rainbows and green grass and hawks and horses and sheep and drivers saying thanks. But, I know better:
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world