The things you see on the train to work.

As I see a homeless man on the train, and I wonder through his hardship where does he find peace?

I watch parents witness their children behave in crude disrespectful manners in public and do nothing. Where do they see their child's life going with no discipline?

My observations of young lady dress in as little as possible and demand respect as though they are on a nun's habit. Were they not taught there is a balance of what you present reflecting how you are percieved?

Across from the young lady, there lies a groups of boys salivating like wolf and using words that should be limited to crude jokes not public speech. I think to myself,  how would the feel if those actions were towards their mother or sister?

I calmly listen to the music on my phone, to be interupted be the rants of a metro-evangelist preach "Jesus loves us" in one breathe and in next saying of we do not do as they do we are damned to hell. If your God is truly about love, why can you not respect the diversity the was placed one the earth and speak of unity and peace rather than divisiveness and hypocrisy?

Once I hear the bell toll and the stop is called, I realize my morning journey is over and my day can now begin.