I was hardened to the catcalls, horn beeps and hollas out of cars on my walk home that I had nearly forgotten what it means to be respected on the streets.
A minute into my journey, a well-dressed kid in his late teens-early 20s gave me a pleasant smile and a "how are you doing, ma'am?" I smiled and responded back.
Closer to my home, a middle-aged man with a yappy little Yorkie also said "hello." Once again, I responded in kind.
With all the losers out there, it's easy to forget that there are good men out there with good intentions. If you have positive stories of street interaction, feel free to share them as well! No act of kindness is minute!
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