How do we meet and get to know people?
How do we get to listen to their story?
It begins with a kind greeting.
Have we lost the art of saying, “hello” ?
Love this story, because I have experienced the joy of this story, in many countries.
The evening commute home was a scramble as people rushed and crushed onto the train fighting for a place to sit or stand. A last-minute couple pushed through the door dropping tourist maps in their haste. Forced by the crowd to split up, the man went one way and the woman another.
The woman sat down in the last vacant seat next to where I stood and began to refold maps. Beside her sat a well-dressed business woman who appeared to read something work-related even after a day at the office. The two glanced briefly at each other, said nothing, and went back to their tasks of reading and map folding.
Things calmed as the train doors shut and people settled into seats or places to stand. As we waited for the train to depart, only the rustling of newspapers or the occasional ring of a cell phone could be heard…
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