Anonymous wrote:I find it v upsetting when the ambulance can’t get through traffic

This happens a lot in Arlington. I have even gotten out of my car on 16th St. near the hospital to force people to move over for ambulances. Arlington portrays its image as a loving, caring community but it is filled with the angry and azy who do not give two beans about people.

I read an interview with a newly arrived Syrian refugee back at the height of the crisis (or the height of the American media attention to the crisis.) He was saying it was hard to live in a new place, he missed his home and was scared for his people, BUT... in America, they have a special bus that only children are allowed to ride. It picks kids up for school every day, and brings them home afterwards! ALL children, not just rich ones. And it's painted a bright sunny yellow to make children happy. And he thought that was just the most miraculous thing, to live in a country that cares so much about its kids.

I tear up whenever I think about that interview.

I'm in awe of the two US Navy hospital ships, the Mercy and the Comfort.

I find it v upsetting when the ambulance can’t get through traffic

Anonymous wrote:Not emotional, but I get excited when I spot one of our street sweepers with punny names chosen by popular vote. For example:
Dirt Reynolds
Bruce Springsclean (Springs is a reference to my city)
Kevin

I also really like it when I spot freight trains with cool cargo loaded on them, like the blades for the giant wind turbines or airplane fuselages.

Yes! This is awesome.

Not emotional, but I get excited when I spot one of our street sweepers with punny names chosen by popular vote. For example:
Dirt Reynolds
Bruce Springsclean (Springs is a reference to my city)
Kevin

I also really like it when I spot freight trains with cool cargo loaded on them, like the blades for the giant wind turbines or airplane fuselages.

Anonymous wrote:What a time to be alive

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I had a teacher, a nun, who always told us to say a prayer whenever we heard an ambulance siren for the person inside.

I sometimes get teary when I see ambulances with lights and sirens on. Because I was once the person on a stretcher in the ambulance, and know how sick I was, how scared I was, and they didn't even USE lights or sirens. So to think about how much WORSE someone must be for the driver to use them? My heart goes out to the person.

It's not the ambulance itself, but the way everyone (usually) cooperates to pull off the road and let the ambulance by. It doesn't make me emotional per se but just sometimes surprises me I guess, that everyone just abides by this rule to make sure some stranger gets medical attention ASAP. It reminds me that we all are just humans stuck on this mortal coil together trying to figure out WTF it's all about, and mostly doing our best.

WTF have you been drinking? Are you still hung over from NYE?

What a time to be alive

Likely an outlier but your world view is lovely and more people should appreciate all the wonderful things we have

I do feel that way a little bit about stamps, people complain about the cost but i'm like "wow for less than a dollar I can have a coloring from my kids in DC hand delivered to my mom in rural south dakota!

I don't usually get emotional about it, but I do sometimes think along the same lines. In the past I was a member of a religious community where we got to host visitors. One time we hosted an itinerant lecturer. He made interesting and inspiring conversation at meals. The one thing that stuck in my mind was him saying (not an exact quote) "When you drive down a road, you should think that it was built for you". Not in a selfish sense, but in the sense of feeling gratitude.

Or am I a total weirdo?
Eg when I see an ambulance (which is often) - I always feel like - wow. It’s amazing as a society that we have this little vehicle that rushes to someone’s aid. Even snow ploughs there is something very stirring about.