Everything will be OK

I'm driving north on I-95 to visit my mother for Christmas. I finally get tired of the small pieces of trash that have accumulated in my car since my trip out west. I stop at a rest stop and throw away some stuff. I go to pee. While I am washing my hands I look to my left and spy a cleaning cart with a sticker pasted on its side. It says, "EVERYTHING WILL BE OK." It's perfect. I take a picture of it.