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One of the pros of living on the road is never hearing the news. Every once in a while, I’ll catch a Twitter hashtag, but for the most part I do not know what is happening in the world. More importantly, I’m not inundated with negativity from peers on social media or from the news. In this time away from the Internet and technology, I’ve learned a valuable truth.
People are good.
Maybe the world is evil and bad things happen, but people are inherently good.
“We were bound to run into a jerk boss at some point during this trip.” That’s what Heath said as we were on our way to a job in Missoula, Montana. In a brief phone call the night before, our contact was short and unhelpful. For the first time, we were genuinely unexcited for a job and worried about our experience.
By the end of work that day, we walked to our RV with an armful of hamburgers, hot dogs, salad, beer, and wine from our lovely, new Montana friends.
Why? Because people are good. People are kind, helpful, and generous when given the chance.
In my line of work, I meet many strangers. These strangers offer food, a place to stay, a cup of coffee. They ask us where we’ve been and where we’re going and offer advice.
Sometimes, it’s easy for circumstances to get us down. We don’t have as much money as we’d like, as nice of a car as we want, or as many friends as we need. Wallowing in what we lack is easy.
But what is harder is to count your blessings. Count how often you are extended kindness and how often you have more than enough.
Heath and I have decided to keep a journal of all the blessings we receive throughout our trip.
For example, our battery for our coach has been dying on us. We expect to need to shell out at least $100 on a replacement. However, the affable Walmart mechanic took Heath into the bay showed him the battery and how the negative charge was loose making the battery unable to charge. It cost $5 for a replacement piece, and we watched cartoons in the waiting room in the meantime. Now that’s a blessing.
I hope that keeping a journal of our blessings will keep our hearts in check while we are on the road. No matter how much it costs to fill up our tank of gas, we are truly blessed.