I have been biking down a veritable death trap during my daily commute. Today the creators, cracks and swells were hidden under a blanket of fresh pavement. On my way up that buttery smooth hill, I thanked the workers with a kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for Super Bowl victories or something of the sort. I shared my glee, because like this road crew, most of us leave behind the good work we have done, rarely knowing the impact. From sending students off to a new class or adding coins to an anonymous parking meter, we live our lives hoping to create good whether or not we see the fruit of our labors.
While those construction workers may never drive down that steep back street again, hopefully they will remember the good they left behind.