Coming off the heels of the Republican and Democratic National Conventions, I couldn’t help but feel as if our nation was divided—swayed by political rhetoric, bureaucratic mudslinging, and mindless drivel from all corners of social media.

And yet, just as I began to lose hope, I was reminded of our ability to rally behind a cause—to stand together, regardless of party affiliation, color or creed.

Last week, I moved out of my house. I didn’t go far—a couple of miles, if that—but the support I received from friends, family and even strangers was unlike anything I’d experienced before. So many voices, coming together to say “I know how it feels. Hang in there.” Or “I had to move last year. Nearly killed me. Good luck.” And even the occasional “Do you need help? I have a truck, if you want to borrow it.” I was floored. The response was overwhelming.

In a time of so much uncertainty, and conflict, to witness so many people banding together to collectively say, “Moving is horrible, there is nothing worse, I would rather just burn my house down than move again” was beyond refreshing. It was a reminder that, regardless of our political differences, we stick together during a crisis—especially if it’s one that’s, like, super annoying.

Sometimes it’s hard to ignore the fervent uproar between opposing factions, each insisting they know what’s best for our nation going forward. Before you begin to doubt the idealistic principles our republic was founded upon or give in to the hysteria, I implore you to look for the good out there, rather than the bad.

For example, a Facebook status detailing one’s flight being delayed is almost always met with universal compassion, regardless of political alignment or geopolitical influence.

“Ugh. A four hour layover?! That’s the worst!”

“You should sue the airline, teach those guys a lesson.”

“We’re praying for you and hope you can find the comfort you seek at the airport Chili’s.”

In fact, while some view Facebook as nothing more than a hotbed of diplomatic discourse, there’s plenty of camaraderie to be found there. I, myself, happen to be a member of my neighborhood’s Facebook group, where neighbors interact daily. The members of this group receive a plethora of information ranging from the elementary (“Which plumber should I use that’s good at his job and doesn’t steal?”) to the profound (“Did anybody else hear a weird bang around 4:30 am last night?”) and back again (“Larry, sorry to hear about your predicament. Unfortunately it’s not for me to say whether or not you’re having a heart attack, as the symptoms vary and I have no medical expertise, but unfortunately you’ll have to redirect the question to the neighborhood group in your area, as you’re technically outside of this one’s jurisdiction.”)

Sure, it’s hard to surf the web and not come across something negative, or even hateful. But keep surfing. For every ten posts calling for martial law or a violent uprising, there’s a post about someone getting a flat tire—prompting unanimous support from all corners of the globe.

Other examples? Power outage. (“It’s been six hours, and we still don’t have electricity. Do they expect us to live like savages?”) The DMV. (“Stay strong. We’re thinking of you. Can I get you anything? A blanket, or bottle of bourbon?”) Or, the granddaddy of them all…a cat video. (“I just watched this seventeen times in a row and I’m driving. So funny, worth the risk!”

And if the situation’s really dire, and you need a reminder of how harmonious we can be, just mention Comcast.

We might disagree on a lot of things, but not on Comcast.

Never on Comcast.

See you at the polls.