Was on a run this morning.
It was hot.
Ran by a construction site.
A few of the laborers asked if I wanted water.
Of course, I accepted.
They asked me about running in this heat. Joked that I should drink beer instead of water.
I ran up to the gas station and bought a 12 pack of Tecates and ran back by the job site.
Gave a few to the laborers, cracked open one, slammed it, and then another.
They all enjoyed their beers as well and genuinely appreciated it.
One of them offered me some fresh tortillas that his abuelita had made to help me fuel the rest of my run.
They were delicious. I was really touched by this gesture. I thought of my grandmother.
On the way home in the heat, I reflected about the opportunities that this country provides and how I understand why others will do anything to get here and I was simply lucky to be born here.
Walking in the door, I was smiling, thinking about my new friends.
People are people.
I immediately grabbed a protein drink from the fridge, sat on the couch, and thought about how there are great people from all walks of life.
Then, I called ICE and told them the address of the construction site.
UPS: “Your package is in your city, on a truck driven by Mike. It will arrive on your doorstep at 6:27pm today.”
FedEx: “Your package is coming. You’ll get it when we get there.”
USPS: “What package?”
Amazon: “We are already inside your apartment. Check the bathroom.”
Facebook: “We know you were thinking about getting a toaster yesterday. Here are 20 ads for toaster ovens.”
The nicest people in the country live along I-35 and they get progressively less nice the further away you get
This is a theory I’ve developed in years of traveling that hasn’t failed me yet