Good People, Good Deeds

Being is D.C. gives me this phenomenal rush to do something about anything- just something good.  There is just something about the city and the history that makes you want to write your name on every day. The day I thought would be a dream come true slightly turned into a nightmare.  It was the day I saw the president of the United States sworn into office. 

The morning was bright and I was in the “D.C. mood”.  I got all 10 people up and ready to attend this special ceremony.  I, enthusiastically, read off the inauguration checklist of things we could and could not bring.  I advised everyone to bring a small purse concealing their license, signature President Obama metro card, a little bit of cash and a debit card. 

Next, they all followed my direction:  taking the metro, pushing through crowds of people and passing 3 security checkpoints to be in one of the closest spectator sections available.  When we made it, I suddenly needed to take a trip to the ladies room in box also known as porter potty.  Lines were long and people were moving slow.  Being in the do something mood, I figured I would move fast in consideration of those behind me.  I told myself: “I’ll just run in and run out so others don’t have to wait so long.”  I did just that and walked right out without my purse.  When I realized I left it, I ran back over to the “box” and it was nowhere to be found. 

I gazed around at the huge crowd waiting to see the president of the United States swear under oath and hoped that one of the individuals would be ethical enough to return it.   No one returned it to me during my time at the inauguration, but I remained hopeful because I was amidst of good people who wanted to be a part of something much larger that us, history. 

A few days later, a package arrived at my parent’s house that enclosed my purse with all of my initial belongings.

This was the day I realized there are good people and good deeds! 

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