The kindness of strangers…


Blanche Dubois always depended on the kindness of strangers…

Is the notion that crazy to us? That alien? Can one really encounter kindness from strangers?

At some point we are all strangers to each other. We come and go, meet and forget.

Hazy visions of a blurred mind can never be seen as anything more than just a dream.

We are vulnerable when we meet strangers. We cannot know what they are up to, where they come from and what they want from us.

Dependence may be too deep of a connection but trust…that is something we knowingly or not bestow upon the people we meet.

Curiosity and eagerness to learn can be either our doom or our salvation. But it cannot be both.


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