Rich and I went out for breakfast downtown this morning, and on the way we had to stop at the gas station to fill up the tank. We pulled up in line to wait, behind a couple of other cars, and as we sat we both noticed a slow old man, carefully making his way to the garbage can. He stooped to pick up a piece of garbage from the parking lot and I noticed that his hands were already full of little bits of garbage. He was dressed in old navy work pants, a thick jacket, boots, and a hat…the kind that has flaps over the ears. His nose was cold. He threw the garbage away and as he walked by, he noticed us watching him, and said briskly, “If we all dump, we’ll live in a dump, right?” and kept on going.
I’ve cleaned up the sides of the road we live on, but I never thought about picking up litter from parking lots, or gas stations. He was out for a walk around the town, and had stopped to pick up garbage and throw it away. It did my heart good to see it.
When it was our turn, Rich got out to pump gas. He noticed another small piece of litter by the sidewalk and walked over to pick it up and throw it away.
I keep thinking about it and the next time I go out I’ll probably be picking up garbage, too.
(Besides, as you may have noticed in the last post, I’m pretty good at cleaning up messes. LOL)