It really is not difficult to be a good friend, at least not with the big, obvious stuff, but it is sometimes hard to tell that when out in the world.
Last night, as I returned back to my hotel in downtown Baltimore, I came upon a pack, or maybe a gaggle, of people. They were loud, there were quite a few attractive women in the group that may have caught my attention from a distance, and a bunch of men in suits and/or tuxes. The biggest dude in the bunch was also the loudest, and the drunkest. This was post reception and pre-bar and the big guy was professing as loud as any human could that he was correct about the location of this particular bar and everybody else was wrong.
As I crossed the street and walked up towards the group, and the entrance to the hotel, the lug dashed, well lumbered or stumbled would be more appropriate, straight across the street I just crossed, against the light, and across five lanes of traffic!! The group's reaction, man he is crazy drunk, he is going to get himself killed...and then they began walking in a group the other way towards the bar!!
How does anyone let another person go off and put themselves in harms way, let alone a friend or family member?? My immediate reaction was to go after him, which I did, and we are sure to be lifelong friends, maybe not since he did not know his own name last night, but how could an entire group of human beings watch that happen and let that happen to someone they knew??!!
It just not that hard to be basically a good person, not significantly, but just basically.
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