I can still remember the words.
“Don’t talk to strangers.”
We are reminded of these instructions when we are young to keep us safe.
But we get older.
Sometimes these words remain.
We go about our lives.
We keep to ourselves.
We don’t talk to strangers.
Our circles remain small.
Strangers cross our paths.
We could just smile politely and go back to our world, phones, books, or lives.
Instead we fight this urge to remain quiet, and begin Talking with Strangers.
We learn about their lives and their journey.
We meet second grade teachers who love Dr. Seuss and are almost moved to tears when you talk about making a difference.
We meet bankers who believe in small banks that are connected to customers.
We meet curriculum developers and admission specialists.
We meet heart transplant coordinator something something and another thing (perhaps about assisted living) that was hard to remember.
We learn about stories of big extended families.
We learn about why they meet for coffee and how they connect around the holidays.
We learn about moving away and coming back home.
We learn about passions that parallel your own.
Our circles expand.
I agree, “don’t talk to strangers.”
Talking with Strangers is so much better.
I don’t typically do this, but a special shout out to Doug (Petey), Deb, Bob, Amy, Leslie, and Becky. Yes you did make it into the blog, and I didn’t even have to change your names. After trying so hard to remember six names, it seemed like a shame to waste it!