In the short week and a half we’ve been in Mexico City, we’ve experienced  a number of acts of human kindness that transcend boundaries of race, color, country of origin or any other barrier we might thing of.

A week ago, we wanted to see how “safe” we’d be riding the Metro (subway) because we’d be teaching in the evening.  So around 10 pm we hit the Metro, went to a transfer station to catch another line but were standing there studying our little Metro map when a sharply dressed young man walked up to us and asked if he could help.

Aaron not only explained how the Metro worked (symbols, color codes, etc), he walked us to the correct line (going the correct direction), gave us his Metro card ($),  then spent time with us in a great conversation! We exchanged emails.   Leslie and I knew this was a “God moment” in our journey.

We got back to our Metro station (Revolucion) before 11 pm and found the area buzzing with people, traffic and activity.  We have never felt so safe!

On another day, we’d stopped at a MetroBus station and were gathering our directions when a woman approached us and wanted to know if we were trying to figure out how the ticketing system worked (we already knew) – but her kindness and generosity of spirit deeply touched us.

This has happened to us on a number of occasions and I have been humbled by these gracious and unsolicited acts of kindness and genuine humanity.