Recently, I've discovered the 'real world.' It is facinating to meet people of a variety of personalities and interesting personal history. Working has brought light to the shadow I knew as 'out there,' beyond my expectations. I never knew people to be kind and generous to one another. You'd never expect an old stranger to pay for a young father and his son's dinner. I didn't expect to whiteness such a sight. I'm glad I am working. However, to every light, there is darkness. Some people are rude and cold. Although I get angry, I remind myself what could have caused such behavior? What is their story? Humans are weak and fraile, but strong. How can this be? Experiencing the real world first hand, I've touched the ice cold heart of bitterness and hatred. I feel it everyday at work. I've grown up with the concept the real world is harsh. Why is this so? I can feel my heart growing cold. I must fight back. I don't want a heart cold as nice. I need a heart warm as the sun. With effort from everyone, it can happen in the real world.