Taking out the Trash

The Story:

     I would like to share with you a seemingly meaningless event that has actually shaped and defined my actions today.
     Roughly 8 years ago while in high school, I was sitting in Psychology class coasting my way through the day as was the norm back then when I accidentally began to actually listen to my teacher. He was speaking on human behavior. The main point of his speech, as I remember it, was regarding the things that can be learned about a person simply by observing them. I don’t entirely know why, but a scenario he explained stuck in my mind. He told the class that from time to time he would place garbage in the hall and count how many students, and in some cases teachers would walk by without picking it up. I remember at the time not understanding the reasoning behind this. It puzzled me into thought, which, come to think of it, is perhaps the reason I have never forgotten.
     Every time I see a piece of garbage on the ground, in a parking lot, or… anywhere that it shouldn’t be, (within reason mind you, I won’t stop my car on the freeway and start collecting) I would pick it up and throw it away.
     I cannot stand the thought of someone leaving the garbage there to begin with, and then to think of the amount of people that walk by it without performing the simple action of picking it up and throwing it away. I despise the notion that I could ever be classified as one of these people, so I do everything I can to make sure that I never will be.

The Karma:

     Karma can sometimes be difficult to interpret. Was this the play out of a man passing good Karma by being a teacher, and in turn creating a cleaner world to live in for himself? Or could this be something much larger, when you consider that you yourself are reading this, and that this may force the same reaction in you, and any of the other people that may read this.