Connecting.

I’m known for my attraction of people. Put me in line at Kroger. Or shopping. Or pretty much anywhere, and something is going to occur.

Some interaction. Some connection. Something.

I can’t help it. I love people and I crave connecting. When I get asked how I am, I’m the weirdo who actually stops and answers non generically and then takes forever questioning and probing.

I’ve found that a lot of people need someone … just someone to talk to you or tell something to. A lot of times this is easier with complete strangers. I think maybe we feel less judged or it’s just a fresh outsider, with no ties that we know we won’t have to face at a later point in time.

So when I was going through the local drive thru to grab brother and The BF and chilled six pack, and the woman working asked if I could sit with her while she took her smoke break, I agreed. What, like I was going to say, no?

I don’t really know her all that well … I call her my drive thru girl. We’re always friendly and exchange the customary pleasantries but it’s a drive thru, it’s not like there’s time for deep talking.

Within ten minutes, I had learned the lay of the land … difficult time with a boyfriend, past abusive relationship, struggling to make positive changes, wanting to change bad habits, feeling lost … and so forth.

I tried my best to be encouraging and loving, to let her know that I care and that she is worth it.

I want to see a world where we all do this … this uplifting of one another. This support. I’m taking one from Ghandi, the G-man {as I refer to him} himself, and being the change I wish to see.

Because I realized, nothing happens until I become these things and live them myself. And I know I’m not alone in this … I see wonderful acts of kindness and love all the time, everyday, from random strangers who are not so random, I know.

I’m vowing to make it a point each day to touch someone’s life in a positive way. To take a few extra minutes and listen to someone. Or help. Or any number of ways I can give.

This is how the revolution begins.

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