<p>Zen story heard overheard (sorry no reference):</p>
<p>A monk guarded the gate to the city. A wanderer came by and asked, “What kind of people are in your city?” The monk replied, “What kind of people were in the city you came from?” “Oh,” said the wanderer, “They weren’t very nice. Very not nice people. That is why I am looking for a new place to live.” “Ahhh,” said the monk. “I’m afraid we have the same kind of people here.” And the wanderer left. A few hours later another wanderer arrived. “What kind of people are in your city?” asked the second wanderer. “What kind of people were in the city you came from?” asked the monk. “Oh,” said the wanderer, “they were lovely people. Just wonderful - friendly and warm. I am wandering around to meet more wonderful people.” “Ahh.” said the monk. “You will find that we have the same kind of people here.” </p>
<p>Moral of the story: There are all kinds everywhere. You tend to find what you’re looking for.</p>