Yesterday I was thinking how nice people are — in general, you know.
The owner of Greenberries coffee shop provided a nice cool place to sit while I updated my notes. The art director at the Reston Community Center was supportive of my efforts to start a class in Herndon. Someone — a complete stranger — smiled at me. A driver waved me to cross the street. A construction worker noticed my eating a Dairy Queen soft cone and remarked how nice it looked in this hot weather we're having.
How nice they are, all of them.
I look around and I see that each one, each person, each spark of life (really) has his own memory and purpose and concept of past and future. I want to know more about each one.
Communication is a two-way street. It's not words. It's perception, recognition. The person who doesn't recognize other life leads a very lonely existence.
Let's communicate, my friend.