(dc y1 171 p 8) the very essence of goodness

i watched a blind woman's dog on the metro this morning. he was just sitting there doing what a guide dog does, but he was so incredibly beautiful and sweet. i meditated on the goodness of guide dogs. at the moment, i can't think of anything more inherently good, anything that represents more fully the beauty and amazing capacity of animals and their relationship to people. this dog is pure service, pure love, pure duty and sacrifice. his whole life is about watching out for her. she had a nasa badge around her neck, so as we got off the train together, i got to talk with her as we navigated our way through the l'enfant plaza metro station. she works at goddard and was headed to the dept of transportation, atop my usual metroscalator. i pointed her in the direction of the doors and told her there was a revolving door and a regular door next to it. she said, "he'll choose which door is best."

i wish i had a guide dog to help me choose which door is best.