My dad taught me, perhaps accidentally and almost entirely by example, that I can find a connection to anyone if I’m bold enough to strike up a conversation.
We used to laugh about how he could know a cashier’s name, age and where he grew up before he finished ringing him up in the express lane.
Russ laughs at me for the same thing now. Part of it is a natural curiosity that I’ve always had. I love to know someone’s story. Part of it is an aversion to awkward silence. Most of it is a need to find the common humanity in the people who share my space.
When we travel anywhere I look for connections – to my home, hobbies, anything.
On our honeymoon we talked for half an hour to a family from Hendersonville, just 45 minutes up the road from where we live in Greenville. I believe in that particular instance, I noticed a Clemson hat and had to comment.
Last year while hiking a trail we’d never seen we ran into a friend of a friend I remembered from a birthday party I went to in 2009.
A few months ago, while out on a story, I met a guy who’s lived in Greenville for years and somehow within a couple of minutes found out that his dad went to high school with my mom in Wilmington, NC.
One recent morning, while waiting for a bagel at the coffee shop up the street, a man stopped me to ask about a ring I wear every day. It’s a tree of life, but from where he was sitting he thought it was designed to represent the gates of Charleston. This one was easy. A mention of Charleston always winds its way into a conversation about how much I love “the holy city” and enjoyed my time living there. He left while I continued to wait for my bagel, but I recognized how he changed my mood. Not that I was sad or grumpy, but I was standing there surrounded by the cafe’s dreamy white tile, marble and glass decor, zoning out.
His comment raised me from my feelings of indifferent and made me happy. I was suddenly more aware of my surroundings.
I smiled all the way to the office.
Strangers talking to each other is an endangered phenomenon and one of my favorite things that happen on this Earth.
This is so true! It does brighten your day when you connect!
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Geez! The apple doesn’t fall far… Cindy Sanders, Executive Director Pickens County Habitat for Humanity www.pickenshabitat.org 864-878-6374
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