Maybe it is the liquor or maybe it is the lack thereof, but as of yesterday I was convinced that Western Civlization was heading down the pooper. In the cold and darkness that is Northern New Brunswick a little Acadian man heard me cursing very elegantly outside as my car would not start. See it was minus 43 degrees here, I think I live on planet Hoth. So a man I never met knocked on my door and offered to start my car, after some screwing about he did. He told me how I looked like I was about to “put my fist through the window” (walking to class 6 times today in -43 makes you angry). He shook my hand and told me if I ever need him come next door, and that we got to take care of our neighbours.
Suddenly I feel like humanity has redeemed itself.
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