During my morning walk through Woodstock Park with Cosmo, my sweet lab/ border collie pal, I was witness to both the beauty and the ugliness of humankind.
Why do people suck? Because, they are selfish and lazy, like the young douchebag who, after passing a garbage can which is conveniently placed next to the sidewalk, aggressively threw his not quite empty caramel/mocha frappacino-ish container into a small grove of trees, also conveniently placed next to the sidewalk. How do I know what that tossed container held? It was clearly marked and I read it as I bent over to pick it up to dispose of it properly. How do I know this kid is a douchebag? Actions speak louder than words, but I guess the young have the luxury of redeeming themselves.
This morning, someone else did his part in redeeming that young man and all of the other ugliness human beings can wreak. As I was fuming, tempted to hunt down the teenager and give him a piece of my mind (yeah, that would have been effective), the clear, soprano notes of a flute being played nearby found their way into my ears, befuddling my grouchy mood. I threw Cosmo's ball in the direction of the music and saw, against a small green hill, a man sitting in a camp chair, playing jazz flute, apparently to his pooch, who was sitting in the muddy grass a few feet away from the musician, listening intently. I wish I had taken my camera with me this morning. It was beautiful. This is why humankind is also beautiful.
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