Faith in Humanity

My faith in humanity has been restored.  We went to the cemetery to visit Dad's grave for Memorial Day.  There were white wooden crosses with American flags placed on all the graves of veterans.  It was a beautiful sight.  Yes, there was one on Dad's grave.  We placed additional flowers and flags on his grave.

Then I decided to take a stroll around the cemetery.  There were many people there.  Everyone I said hello to was very friendly.  Some people drove by me slowly and waved.  And -- not a mask in sight!  It made me so happy.  It was like stepping out of the twilight zone back into reality.  It was wonderful!  It restored my faith in humanity.

That's my two cents.