Today was a day similar to most, but with a few additional unfortunate happenings along the way. I was thrilled to be early to the bus stop this morning. It was rather foggy, which threw me for a loop as I’m quite used to clear, sunny days here. The bus arrived, and I glanced at all the people jam-packed inside, then tried to imagine how the rest of us at the bus stop could squeeze in there. I was about two-thirds back from the front of the line, and as it was just about my time to get on, the driver motioned to the lady right in front of me and said, One more.
I found myself waiting for the next bus. As this one pulled up, it looked eerily familiar. Some lady budged right in front of me, but I managed to still get on. My hope for humanity was restored when a middle-aged man offered up his seat to a woman with a boy around three. It is the little things you learn to appreciate…
My luck continued after I walked up five flights of stairs. I decided that green tea would be good for me, and so I tried some jasmine herbal green tea. Even with a about a tablespoon of honey, it was the most disgusting tea I had ever tried. I dumped it out and got to work.
I mainly worked on a new project of all sixty-two inactive drugs in the nine hours I worked today. I started basically with nothing and ended up having all of the information I needed regarding these drugs that either were discontinued or have not reported any development for awhile. So I’m pleased with all that got done!
Tonight I went to the college youth group for the second time since I’ve been here. I hopped on my third bus for the day that lacked air conditioning, an irregular thing, and then waited in traffic for quite some time due to an accident. I finally got to the church, but it seemed like all the friends I made last week didn’t make it. I talked to a few people, but I just felt like I was a filler for their time until they had something better to do. I left right after to go to my least favorite bus stop. The air was filled with cigarette smoke and the streets were lined with people I knew I couldn’t trust. Once on the bus, this time with air conditioning, I sat next to someone who smelled awful. In the midst of this, I looked out to see that the sky was the clearest I’d seen since my arrival. The Cascades were beautiful, but what struck me past by in a glimpse, Mt. Rainier. I’d never been lucky enough to see it, with the exception of on top of the Space Needle, in my time around the city.
There have been better days, for sure, but God reminds me in the most unforgettable ways how blessed I truly am.
My glass is half full,