An Endless Parade Of Strangers

“A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”

— old saying

I walked home alone on a Monday night.

Disfatta

No one else was walking. Tv’s and computers flickered in the windows. An occasional car drove by. The moon shone down through the clouds. I walked on, passing an endless parade of houses. Homes of strangers.

As I walked, I thought about the guy on the on-ramp I saw earlier. He was older. His sign said he was a vet. He just stood there, alone, watching an endless parade of strangers drive by.

Once, many years ago, a stranger in that endless parade paid our tab at a restaurant. I never forgot it.

Tonight, I gave supper to that guy on the ramp. To him, I was the stranger.

We go through our lives meeting very few of the people who pass by; knowing even fewer.  It’s kind when one of those strangers holds up a helping hand to you.

It’s kinder still when you hold up your hand to them.

I gave a McDonald’s gift card to a guy on an on-ramp. 


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About Eric Winger

Our perception of time is key to how we use our time. The most fundamental way to change that perception is to give our time. This opens us up to new opportunities and ideas from which we can build to really make a difference. ... Yes, we *do* have time to make a difference!
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