I’m stopped at a stoplight, my head leaning against the window of the driver-side door. I watch as a police officer, wearing the hat as crossing guard, crosses a few kids across the busy street. My mind wanders, not yet caffeinated. I think about the many things I have to do at work: call volunteers for an event we’re planning, follow up on emails, and confirm attendance at community events among other things. I’m thinking about my nine-year old as I left him this morning at school, how he bobbles as he walks, his hair almost at ten inches, almost ready to cut and donate. I think about my daughter, who I left with my mother-in-law so I can make ends meet at a day job outside of home ‘cause my second and third job starts when I get home.
My mind has turned to mush. Did I mention I have not had coffee yet?
The police officer enters my field of vision once more and I can’t help to notice him this time. He’s stopped directly in front of my car. And as the veil lifts off my vision, I see that he’s flexing his muscles at me, reminding me of the Hulk.
I laugh. I turn so red, but I laugh.
I don’t know who the officer is, haven’t seen him since and probably wouldn’t recognize him if I did, but I thank him for reminding me that there’s a whole world out there. And we should really pay attention to all of it, especially the goodness and the chance encounters that make us laugh.
Thank you Officer Friendly, whoever you are.