guy rolls-up on his skateboard. arms carved with words. african american. air force ones on his feet. bright green nike stripe. his knees a little shakey. but his face...the look on his face says, "nothing better than sunshine and this ride."
a guy in his early 30s is swinging about a long rope. curious stuff. martial arts thingy? new type of stretching...what is it? i don't need to know--but i want to know. he rides the same bus and happens to stand next to me as it pulls up.
"what is that?"
"fire dart."
"what is that?"
eyes bright, "have you ever seen performance art with fire?"
"yes.... is that what you do for a living?"
"no," he smiles. and then says, "I'm an actuary--I wish I could do this for a living."
i laugh light laughter. beaming, "that's awesome...that is awesome."
{the lives of data jockeys, ;-)}
everyday, the good citizens from divergent paths, bail someone out. bus driver barks, "$3.50". barks, "not my problem your translink card doesn't work". barks. and everyday we make sure our fellow rider gets to their destinatiion. we don't know one another...but we're not leaving anyone behind.