{"id":14132,"date":"2015-12-28T04:57:20","date_gmt":"2015-12-28T04:57:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/?p=14132"},"modified":"2015-12-28T04:57:20","modified_gmt":"2015-12-28T04:57:20","slug":"the-kindness-of-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/the-kindness-of-people\/","title":{"rendered":"the kindness of people"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As I came home to my darkened house one evening, a strange man approached me. Many thoughts ran through my head, none of which made it to my feet. I just stood there, waiting and wondering.<\/p>\n<p>He said hello. I waved. He told me about his exhausted car. I expressed concern.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you live around here?&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Can I borrow your phone?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did you reach who you needed?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It should work out,&#8221; he confirmed.<\/p>\n<p>I went into the house. Turned on the lights. My roommate came home. Then, knock. Knock.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Could I po<img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-14140 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/20151224_120847-e1451277183428-169x300.jpg\" alt=\"To you, from me. With thanks\" width=\"169\" height=\"300\" \/>ssibly ask you for two more favors?&#8221; he wanted to know.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sure. I&#8217;ll get my phone charger. The restroom is upstairs,&#8221; I offered.<\/p>\n<p>A car appears. An expression of gratitude. He leaves. I return inside.<\/p>\n<p>About a week later, I receive a note in the mail. It&#8217;s from the man! Grateful for my help, he wrote and sent me and my roommate a holiday card. At first, awe. Then, delight. An act of kindness returned with an act of thoughfulness. Such exchanges feel rare these days. So when it does happen, I&#8217;m glad it&#8217;s happening in Detroit.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I came home to my darkened house one evening, a strange man approached me. Many thoughts ran through my head, none of which made it to my feet. I just stood there, waiting and wondering. He said hello. I waved. He told me about his exhausted car. I expressed concern. &#8220;Do you live around [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":141,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14132","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/141"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14132"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14132\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.challengedetroit.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}