I was having a truly rotten day. I have a hell of a cold and my head feels like a lead ball. I missed every important deadline on the list (and there were several) and personality differences were really starting to get in my way as well.
Then, on my way back from being too late, I stopped in at one of the neighborhood 7-11 stores and got talking to one of the regular neighborhood guys behind the counter. Suddenly the whole world was Sesame Street and I was in the womb of the city, laughing and talking and wishing him a Happy New Year. I love this neighborhood.
And then, when I got back into my car, I turned on NPR and heard the story of Carlos in Mexico City, a poor disabled man who plays the leaf on street corners… and his old, slightly silly voice, taking delight in the music — just the music — was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
Now it is a good day.