The waitress where I took the boys to breakfast is usually pretty fussy, but today she was transformed.
“I’ve been reading about you in the paper.” She beamed.
“I hope your dinner went well.”
She looked at Errol, nodded her head and smiled.
“It’s good to know there are people out there doing good.”
One day I noticed a woman in the supermarket who had lost her hair. After that, everywhere I went I kept sighting bald women, one after another. Of course, there weren’t any more bald women around than before, they had just gotten onto my radar.
When Errol was first diagnosed as being developmentally delayed, I began to think that every other kid I saw had one syndrome or another. “Honey!” I would whisper excitedly to Cary, “I think that kid on the bench has Down syndrome.”
“No, sweetheart, that’s Jimmy, he doesn’t have Down syndrome.” But I thought so much about Errol’s (still mysterious) syndrome, that I couldn’t get it out of my head.
True story: my brother-in-law’s band was playing a concert, wrapping up a long tour with another band. As a departing gift, the other band paid a midget stripper (yes there are midget strippers) one hundred US dollars to creep up on stage, and as my brother-in-law sang an especially heartfelt ballad, strip.
OK, so that stripper story doesn't really support my theory, but still, you've got to admit, it's a good story. Now back to the theory about seeing what you look for.
Like the nice waitress said, there are lots of good people, and thanks to Seeds of Love, I see them everywhere.