Jack and I took a ride yesterday to the area where I grew up. This part of upstate NY is still very rural, remote and poor. Stony Creek is a little town about 10 miles from my hometown. I used to go there on weekends, to a bar named the Stony Creek Inn. They played country-western music, fights broke out on a fairly regular basis, and there were many more trucks parked outside than cars.
We were trying to find a goat cheese farm named Nettle Meadow, and got lost twice. Both times, we stopped and asked for directions (no iPhone service). The friendliness, of the men who tried to help us, was so sweet, but Jack always meets people like this, whether in a city or in the middle of nowhere. Jack is a friendly man. He is not put out by helping people, and that is what he attracts back.
“Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world“. Wayne Dyer