strangers, bears and kindness
January 12, 2012
(sooooo…Huffington Post asked me to blog for their new Good News section. I know, I know, I get to tell kindness stories…swoon! So here is part of my first post below. Likes and shares would help keep me around over there and be much appreciated. I wish I was one of those cool writer types but it’s more of a total performance freak out over here, but I think this is the learning I invited friends! Dear people are offering to help proofread and edit me, there were lots of kind, encouraging words, all things I need to help me take these learning risks. It also helps when you get to write about people like Sarah and Greg.)
I am kind of in love with strangers, the conservative business man in the three piece suit on the metro, the old lady who cuts my fabric at the craft store, the traveling hipster kid dressed in skinny black jeans with the straggly dog.
On any given day, I have at least three memorable stranger experiences. I am not sure why or how, it may just be in my genes. My childhood was filled with memories of my mother having heavy, deep and real conversations in three minutes flat with the checkout girl and toll guy.
Maybe it is the allure that we are connected for just a moment with no past or future to hold, or realizing that there may be less danger in “stranger danger” after all. The simple idea of breaking social boundaries to reach out or offer something to people we don’t know often reveals all kinds of things about humanity we never imagined…
you can read the rest here.