Musing in Manhattan

Well, I think it is official:  I believe I have just been named someone’s commuting partner.  Yes, that is correct ladies and gentlemen, yet again my path crossed with my commuting friend from yesterday.  She spotted me right away this morning and said:  “Oh you saved a seat for me again, that is so nice of you.”  “I am late again,” she continued, “the previous bus would not let me on because I had my coffee and now I get to see you.”  I pray that I am not the highlight of her day.  I am really being sarcastic now, forgive me.  Honestly, it became evident to me that there is a reason that I keep running into this lady.  NO not because she is late again, but because I deserve it.  I have bee writing about her in a tongue and cheek way and my conscience has been bothering me about it.  So now, universe, I am making right by it.  I am saying, officially, here on my blog, that I was wrong to speak ill of her.  Forgive me God.  She is a nice lady who apparently sees a nice quality in me and would like to share my company during her ride into Manhattan.  I get it.  I got it.  I feel terrible and I will be nicer to her forever.  This sounds sarcastic, but it really isn’t.  I honestly think I need to make right by this whole thing, and this is my honest attempt to do so.  Whew, having gotten that off my chest and my conscience I can now let it go.  If I am intended to be the sunshine during someone’s day, Lord, let it be.  If I can smile at someone and just say:  “Hi, How are you today?” and make them feel like the world is a friendly place–so be it.   Let it be.  And to the lady on the bus, I am sorry. 

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