one of the first things stephanie mentioned when we moved in was how i had a perfect view of where the shooting happened last year. i hadn't even thought of that. it was weird how quickly that had become a memory, distilled to a location that was always there and will always be there. seeing something like that makes you paranoid. as much as i tried to avoid it, it was impossible not to be nervous walking around. who knows what could happen? those were the sidewalks i walked on everyday, but suddenly there was an element of unforseeable danger in that act. it was like that for at least a few weeks after it happened. and with time the relevancy wore off.
i stood at that corner today waiting to cross the street as i've been doing multiple times a day since i moved into the gateway. the car coming stopped and the driver behind the wheel smiled and waved me on. and i walked.
i realized something very simple, but important. for every potential act of fear/dispair/violence there are countless guaranteed acts of goodness everyday.
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