Merry Christmas.

You have to have a little bit of faith in people. I sometimes think that I am the only one who does. I was driving out of the parking lot a night or two ago, and I was turning onto EMills PKWY, standing at the bus stop was a guy, who looked really cold, shivering, and had no gloves.

I took the initative to pull over, and ask if he was okay. He said yes, and continued to shiver. I asked him what bus he was waiting for, he said something, to connect to the 44. I take the 44. I asked him where he lived, and assured him I wasn't a killer. He told me, near Streetsville. I live near Streetsville.

I insisted to for him to get in the car, he did. He assured me he wasn't a killer. He thanked me numerous times and said it usually takes him an hour and half to get home, not including the 1/2 hour walk to his door. I felt so bad, he takes care of his younger sister, and works two jobs. One during the day, the other at night. He can't afford a car, and can barely afford the basement apartment they live in. But he does fine with what he has. His younger sister is off to university next year. So am I. He doesn't know how he will support her, but he will try. I dropped him off, not 10 minutes from my house. He thanked my again, and wished me the best Christmas ever. I did the same.

He has stayed in my head since then. All I'm saying is have a little faith in people. Believe in them. Help others out. People still surprise me to this day.