Saturday my family and I ventured out to the city to do some shopping. I had noticed how the sidewalks were not plowed two days after it snowed. I commented on how it must stink drudging through the snow. It made me think about how the city itself even has a story. We began watching how everyone was in their own world. Unobservant of anything but them. It is like the city not taking time for them. To plow the sidewalks, they don't take time to show them they care. Sometimes the littlest things can make a difference. We live about twelve miles outside the city and I go to work at or before 6:30 am and the crews are out plowing the sidewalks and getting rid of snowbanks. I pay higher taxes for it but I feel the town cares about its residents. Everyone knows everyone and everyone cares about one another. Land where we live is highly sought after, not so in the city. "If you don't want to be here we will fill your void. Then to only concrete our thoughts. We went through the Drive through at Dunkin Donuts for coffee. When we made it to the window the girl waiting on us handed us our order with her back to us while talking to a co-worker about her mother. I took our stuff and drove off with out any sort of thanks or personal service. Stories are everywhere and they say a lot. Wahts your story and what does it say? Now I know why I chose not to live in the city.
Happy Hatching,
Jason Desjardins
jason@whereideascometohatch.com
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