I took a shuttle transit bus early the other morning for a 2hr ride south. The bus wasn’t crowded at all and I noticed that most of the passengers were Spanish speaking people from Mexico headed to Tijuana. It was early but I was already working in my seat dialed into my day. I looked over at some point and was humbled big time by this woman. All of her clothes looked hand made. I watched her for 3 minutes probably and she just sat there, still, watching the road pass in her cool knit hat. I looked back at the clutter around me and suddenly my cellphone, laptop, and other “necessary” crap looked so stupid. She really affected me. I got off in San Diego but before I walked of I stopped and showed her the picture on my phone. She squinted and turned her head for a minute before she realized what it was and smiled. I asked, Cuantos anos tienes? She smiled again and said 97 in a thick sweet accent. Wow.

I took a shuttle transit bus early the other morning for a 2hr ride south. The bus wasn’t crowded at all and I noticed that most of the passengers were Spanish speaking people from Mexico headed to Tijuana. It was early but I was already working in my seat dialed into my day. I looked over at some point and was humbled big time by this woman. All of her clothes looked hand made. I watched her for 3 minutes probably and she just sat there, still, watching the road pass in her cool knit hat. I looked back at the clutter around me and suddenly my cellphone, laptop, and other “necessary” crap looked so stupid. She really affected me. I got off in San Diego but before I walked of I stopped and showed her the picture on my phone. She squinted and turned her head for a minute before she realized what it was and smiled. I asked, Cuantos anos tienes? She smiled again and said 97 in a thick sweet accent. Wow.