Hey Friends! Welcome to my SongBlog. It could also be called a story blog, as I hope you will begin and feel free to share your stories here.
Here's a little one for ya...
Nate and I went to New York this past year. We wanted to visit my friend Ashley, see the sites, and drink coffee in local places. You know, Seinfeld style. (As long as I looked, I could never find the soup nazi). Anyway, I believe the New York transit authority created the subway system not only to transport folks from A to B (stopping at C - D -E-F -and let's not forget G in between), but also to make some extra cash. If you've been to NYC, you know what I mean. A college degree cannot help you unlock the key to the subway. They'll give you a few "easy-to-figure-out" stops as freebies. However, most stops are not so simple. I think the ideology behind it is this: if they can confuse people enough to make them ride the train to what they think is their destination, only to get off and realize it's not, then they will have to pay to get back on. You'd think it'd be easy, but the signs could almost be posted in Sanskrit and it wouldn't make a difference. I think New Yorkers may just memorize their stops. :')
Anyway, Nate and I were headed somewhere in a hurry (can't recall where now), but the maps and signs seemed to be opposing one another. Two of us couldn't figure it out! We jumped on a train (let's say the C train), and stewed over our map. A local man came over to help us decipher where we needed to get off, then another local woman did. The man sat with his eyes closed on his afternoon train back home, only opening them at each stop to tell us, "Don't get off here...not yet". I could swear he was asleep in between the stops! He woke up a final time and said, "This is your stop. You two have a good day." In all my life, I've heard stories of New Yorkers being cold, rude, and hateful - NOT the case in our experience. This man didn't have to help us, and the lady at Walgreens didn't have to search in the back of the store to look for a less expensive umbrella for us when the monsoon began to fall and she thought the ones they had at the counter were too expensive. We met friendly New Yorkers, willing to help and give great tips. I hold a different opinion in my head now, and I love that city.
It reminds me of a song that my friend Jeff recently reminded me of.
Radney Foster's "The Kindness of Strangers."
You can read the lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-kindness-of-strangers-lyrics-foster-radney.html