To Doug from Guam,
You were supervising Bank of America in the International District outside when I got off the bus on my first day of work. I got off to go exploring before meeting some people for coffee and walking down to work together. I knew that I was on a mission, and that I was a proud person wearing my PLU shirt that read the following:
Lutefisk Lutefisk, Lefse Lefse! We're the mighty Lutes! Yaaaaa sureeee you betcha!
When I walked down the street where you were guarding the bank, I was frightened by your booming voice asking if you could read my shirt. At first I thought you were a false security man, and that you were standing there as a decoy, secretly hoping to take my bag with all of my valuable stuff in it. When you introduced yourself as Doug from Guam, I only became confused as I was trying to process why someone would stop me on the street just to read my shirt. I became even more frightened as you asked where I live and why I was up in Seattle with a shirt. When I said 'Parkland' you greeted me with a booming laughter that harkened the attention of several people toward our direction. You looked up and said, "I live in Lakewood, but I thought you were from a different country." We both laughed and you said that you would like it if I stopped by again, and that often when you greet people not many people give you the time of day to even say hello back, let alone converse. I began to feel sorry for you, Doug from Guam, as you seemed to be a pretty nice person. You said that if we got to know each other better he wanted to introduce me to your family. You then asked if the school I attend is a religious school. I replied, "Kind of, but you would never know it." You asked if I was religious, and I replied with, "Yes, but it's been a struggle the past year." You then patted me on the shoulder and said, "We all go through that, but I think God has created a good one here, and we should all be blessed knowing you and His creation." I was a bit floored by this statement since I had only known you for about ten, fifteen minutes at this point. I replied with saying that God most certainly blessed Doug from Guam with a wonderful heart and soul. I looked at my watch and noticed that I needed to go meet my friends for coffee, otherwise I would be late for work. You hoped that I would return to visit again sometime soon.
I regret that I haven't visited you since, however, when I come back from holiday I hope to visit you again. Your kindness set the tone of working in Seattle to a positive one, and restores some hope that humanity isn't horribly evil. So, that was really nice too.
Here's to you, Doug from Guam, and I hope to see you again soon.