So Saturday I went out to the multi-use Triviz path to do my daily four mile run. I enjoy running on the Triviz path because it runs parallel to a busy road and I always feel that if I go into a hypoglycemic coma and fall to the ground, someone might take pity on me and call 911. You see, I believe in the basic goodness of people. A belief that got tested last Saturday.
I purposely run without any earphones just so that I can be aware of my surroundings at all times.So you can imagine my surprise when I was jogging along and was at about the mile and half mark when something went "Bam!" and hit my left cheek. At first, I thought someone had run up behind me and had cold-cocked me. I looked around and saw the remnants of a snow/ice ball on the ground. I had been hit by a snow/ice ball!
I quickly looked around and saw two "gentlemen" scampering off a roof of a duplex across the street. They had taken a pot shot at me.
At first I contemplated calling the police but I couldn't see myself telling them that I had been hit by a snowball. Doesn't quite measure up next to the burglary, abuse, and shooting calls they would be getting on Saturday so I passed on that idea. And just keep running.
But Sunday morning I sort of wished I had reported it to the authorities. I had a two inch red mark on my left cheek from the ice that was packed in the snowball. I couldn't help but think of the 70 year old man that rides his bike everyday on that path. Or the special needs guy that also pedals a bike along that path. Or the elderly couple that I see walking there several times a week. What if they had decided to use one of them for target practice? But it is too late and I will probably regret that I didn't report, no matter how silly I would have seemed.
So my belief in the goodness of people was tested, but not completely destroyed. I still know that most people are inherently good.
But those "gentlemen" on Triviz...