nice people

This morning, I was reading newspaper as usual. I saw an article written about getting lost in New York. It reminded me that my experience in NYC. Since I arrived NYC, I was asked if I got lost...so many times…I thought it's because of my height. I am short and get a baby face. Every time, I was standing on the corner and waiting for my friends. There would be a gracious person come to me to ask if I get lost. I could see the positive view – it means there are many nice people in the world.
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I had another funny experience of meeting nice people. When I studied college education, I had to take a bus, transfer train, and take another bus in order to my school. One day, I finished my class earlier, so I decided by walking to the train station. When I crossed a bridge near the school, I saw a beautiful sunset. I stood on the bridge, and enjoyed this wonderful moment for a while...Oh, Green mountains with red clouds. What a delightful view…I became aware of time, and turn back to the road, and then, I saw a police cabin cruiser was parking near by me. A police was coming my way. I left without saying anything to him, but later on, I believed him thought I was going to jump into the river. Ahah~ he is a good policeman. I should stand there more longer. Then, I could get a free ride. :p