Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. -Blanche DuBois, “A Streetcar Named Desire”
We all have them, don’t we? The people whom we know, though not terribly well; often we call them acquaintances. Sometimes they’re our neighbors; we see them shoveling snow or mowing the lawn; we visit with them at block parties or infrequent get-togethers along the way.
Or maybe they’re business associates, co-members in one business-related organization or another, folks we run into during a cocktail hour or a networking event. Or perhaps our paths have crossed because of our children being in school, sports, band, chorus, or whatever-else together.
And sometimes, they’re true strangers, like the secretary in the pathology department who goes the extra yard [nay, football field] to make something you need happen quickly and with a smile in her voice.
What a blessing these people are in our lives. What a shame that life moved so damn quickly that I forgot to stop long enough to savor their presence [presents] before now. Yet what an incredible gift to know that they care, that they reach out, that they do or say or pray something just a little extra, something beyond the norm of their day-to-day busy lives, for me.
How extraordinary to have the opportunity to learn this, to now know this deep, deep in my soul. What amazing, crazy, life-affirming gifts I keep receiving.