They do exist. Good people, that is.
Out there in the big mean world, there are good people.
Sometimes they show themselves and my faith in kindness is restored.
Case in point, Hubs and I went for a run this weekend on a local paved trail. At one point, I pulled a dog poop bag out of my running belt to take care of some, you know, dog business that the four-legged beast left behind. I felt something hit my leg and I looked around, but saw nothing. I looked again, still nothing. Hubs suggested maybe it was a bug.
Maybe. There had been some big dragonflies around.
We resumed our run. Fast foward two hours and I'm at home in the shower. Hubs comes up and says, "You should always trust your gut."
I had no idea what he was talking about. Then he explained that a Prius had driven into the driveway and a guy he didn't know had knocked on the door. He opened the door and there stood a complete stranger. The same stranger that had picked up my dropped driver's license off the running trail, punched my address into his GPS and drove my license to my house to hand deliver it.
I wish I could have said thank you myself, but Hubs assured me that he thanked him profusely.
My faith in people again restored.