A few minutes in the life of a Detroiter

We (humans) have a disease. It's so easy and satisfying and fun and addictive and socially accepted to be mean and express hatred towards our fellows, but so hard and painful and frightening and socially ridiculed and disapproved to express love. It's sad as all hell and self-destructive in the extreme. I don't know what the cure is, or if there is one.

Very well stated Dan.

Maybe the cure is the random act(s) of kindness like that you showed to Todd.

If we could all have the stones to stand up and "help a brother out" maybe we'd all be better off.