(a meme from Carin that I will split into ten posts) (thank you Carin)

I walk into Starbucks, order my favorite drink and think to myself- I wonder how the barista’s day is going?
So. I ask.
A typical start-up conversation might go something like this (feel free to replace barista with cashier, Apple store tech or postal carrier):
Me: Are you having a good day?
Barista: Well, yes I am!
Me: Good! Have you guys been very busy?
(this question might vary depending on how long the line is and my observations and the closeness of proximity the person behind me in line is)
Barista: Not too bad, getting a lot of organizing/cleaning/ stocking and what not done.
And then comes the life story.
In a two minute conversation with new friend Barista, I learn the place he grew up in, the team he competes for at the local college, and his ambitions for the next five – ten years (keep your eye out for a diver from Indiana in two years!)
I walk away learning more about some stranger than I would have had I not asked two questions to this face in front of me.
My mom has always said, “You can talk to anyone that wants to be talked to,” and I wholeheartedly believe that. I have had many conversations that have touched me because I opened my mouth with a smile and one question.
It’s the face of a wide-eyed dreamer moving to NYC to realize her dream. Twenty-two and more adventures than I can count ahead of her in her new apartment in the financial district.
It’s the work-at-home-mom taking the afternoon off to play at the mall that gives me insight to not freaking out about every. little. thing. And good news for my bathroom, she’s a shower cleaning expert.
It’s the UPS delivery guy that not only predicts weather and wears shorts through December, but also has let me know that he IS NOT, WILL NOT, and REFUSES to be Internet savvy. Still a nice guy, though.
It’s the beautiful pastor’s widow at Smashburger that splashed the town in green 9topped with a 1920’s style hat) and blessed me beyond words with her lease on life at 90-years-old.
I don’t always inquire about peoples’ days. Sometimes I’m too frantic to get onto my next place or corral the girls off to dance! piano! Awana!, but I always feel like my life is richer for having taken the time to learn about someone else. And I take those conversations and opportunity to pray for those individuals that have passed through my life because I may never know them again, but I may meet them in Heaven. And wouldn’t it be some kind of cool if those faces that I got to share a smile with here were smiling back at me there?
See, talking to strangers isn’t so dangerous. Just use some discernment and step out of your box