For The Most Part

The scheduled appointment was for 10:30 a.m.  She left in plenty of time to arrive promptly.  At least that is what she thought.  She did not realize she would be right smack in the middle of university buildings at Chapel Hill.

She arrived at the parking garage, on the 4th level and the time was 10:15.  The map showed her the building she needed to be in was just across the street.  Not seeing any signs as to which way to go, she wandered, on foot, aimlessly.  When she emerged from the parking garage she had absolutely no idea where she was.  She felt like she had played one of those games where people put their heads on the top of a ball bat and spin in circles.  She was so close and so hopelessly lost at the same time.

She looked up and down the street at all the buildings, wondering which one she needed to be in.  There were no people in sight.  Then she noticed a young man, walking her direction, in the distance.  As he got closer, she yelled at him, but like most people who walk on two legs, he had earbuds in his ears and was oblivious to her cries.  He got closer and she yelled again....still nothing.  With nothing to lose, she shouted as loud as she could and began to wave her arms.  He noticed.  

He was of Middle Eastern descent.  He hurried across the street and listened carefully to her plight.  He pointed her in the right direction and assured her she could not miss the building, once she got to a certain intersection.  She thanked him profusely and he wished her well.

She arrived at the intersection, the building was exactly where he had told her.  Now, she only had to figure how to get into it.  There was a  white man, dressed in a hazard vest and hard hat standing a few feet away.  Although she thought he was probably with a construction unit, as there was much construction going on all around the area, she threw caution to the wind and asked him if the entrance she could see, was the correct way to enter the building.  

He motioned across the street and pointed  to people, about a block away, that were going up and down a flight of steps.  That was were she needed to go.  

She arrived at 11:00, thirty minutes late.  The receptionist assured her that all was not lost.  She was in and out in just a little over an hour.  As she left, a young black man was headed out the door at the same time.  She noticed something had fallen from his back pocket and pointed it out to him.  He stopped, retrieved his appointment papers and thanked her profusely.  They chatted as they walked down the steps and then went their separate ways.

The reason for the ethnic descriptions is this.....For the most part, all people are good.  For the most part, all people get along with others that may look and think differently.  For the most part, we are one big family.  Beware of those who would rather see us divided by hate and lies.