Last week I had the opportunity to go to New York City for the second time of my life. The first visit was only for a day and to chaperon a student council. This past week I left on Sunday and returned early Wednesday morning. The highlight of my trip was that I enjoyed the company of my oldest son.
I haven't spent this kind of one-on-one time with Ryan since before he went to college and a certainly hope that we have the opportunity to spend time together like this again.
New York was nothing like I thought it would be. I expected to have profanity hurled at me at every step. I expected to meet with faceless New Yorkers who would rather trample me than smile at me. I expected to see people dressed as fashionably as models. I expected to be mugged in Central Park.
Surprisingly, what I found was people just like us. People of all sorts, really. I saw people who were dressed to the nines and people who dressed as if they just walked off the farm. I saw people who were in a hurry and people who were tourists.
I found that if I smiled at someone they would smile right back at me. I had more than one experience of someone holding the door for me, allowing me to go through first. I experienced valets who remembered me and greeted me with a smile even though obviously, I wasn't a big tipper.Yet another stereotype has been crushed for me. I've found so far this year that whether I am in Denver, CO or New York City, NY or State College, PA, people pretty much treat me the same way that I treat them.
Crazy New Yorkers!