Happenstance?

I am afraid I may come off as a bitter young man who spends entirely too much time thinking. While I must say I have been pondering a lot lately, I am definitely not bitter or overly cynical. In fact, I am not sure if you met me in person you would associate me with this blog.

Tonight was amazing. We (a group of about 8 friends) decided to go downtown. All the galleries in the arts district were open and the trolley was free. We wandered from gallery to gallery and went to a really awesome furniture design store. Being social rocks. We also went to a really awesome diner and tasty cheesecake place.

Hmmm. I guess I will surrender some anonymity here. I live in Memphis , TN. While downtown tonight we saw the Lorraine Motel (where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated). It has been converted into the National Civil Rights Museum. The motel still stands and you can see the room where he was shot. There is wreath in front of it. Standing no more than 100 yards from that place really makes you put things into perspective and understand what is important in life.

One more story from today. I visited a friend at work and on the way back to my apartment had a feeling to go the long way back to my apartment (I was walking). This was highly unusual because I HATE the heat and generally take the shortest way possible to avoid the sun. Anyways, as I was walking down the street I came across a wallet. At first I thought it was a wallet that had been discarded after being stolen from someone. However, upon further investigation I realized everything seemed to be intact. There was an ID, debit card, library card, and several medical cards. The owner of the wallet was a stroke victim who had several medical information cards. I walked home to look her up in the phonebook but she was not there! Slightly panicked I thought the best thing to do was take it to the police station on campus. I hopped in the car and was driving down the street when I passed a woman who looked like the lady on the ID! Plus, she was in an electric scooter. I turned the car around, parked and crossed the street. I asked her if she was Dana Smith (not actual name) and she said she was. I gave her the wallet and it was a happy ending (besides her Snickers being melted).

All in all, it was an A+ day.