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Karma and I have a friendly little discussion just about every day. It's all about my commute to work.
When I am nice to other people, which frankly, I am wont to be, things go more smoothly during my commute. If I stop to help that woman carry the stroller full of baby down the stairs, or direct someone who's lost, or give up my seat for the old or pregnant person... magically, my subway arrives just as I'm getting to the track. Or a bus that's not always there arrives magically just as I'm getting off the train, to take me the 10 blocks home so I don't have to walk (I never wait for it, just take it if it's there).
But when I'm cranky and stubborn and impatient, shit goes WRONG. No trains for 20 minutes. No buses anywhere in sight. Thinking uncharitable thoughts can get me screwed. And gods forbid, NEVER MENTION HOW WELL THINGS ARE GOING. That's a straight shot into the shitter for the rest of the day. Yeesh.
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My heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'.
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