City scene
Everyday kindness
May 15, 2007
by John M. Buchanan
Sometimes life in a big city can feel impersonal, almost inhuman. On the streets the taxis vie for pole position at the stoplights and cut one another off to get to a fare. On the sidewalks people beg for money, holding signs that say things like “Homeless. Hungry. Help.”
But sometimes the city feels so grace-filled it almost makes me weep. I often ride the bus from the church where I work on North Michigan Avenue in Chicago to the offices of the Century on South Michigan. The bus takes twice as long as a cab, but it costs much less and almost always yields something interesting.
But sometimes the city feels so grace-filled it almost makes me weep. I often ride the bus from the church where I work on North Michigan Avenue in Chicago to the offices of the Century on South Michigan. The bus takes twice as long as a cab, but it costs much less and almost always yields something interesting.
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