Strangers Together

I am not good at making friends. I don’t approach people. I don’t know how to start a conversation. I don’t engage first. When that conversation has to happen partly in charades, I’m ready to bow out and let someone more intrepid than I give it a try.

But those eyes told me she could be a friend. They also told me she needed one.

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This week, one of my favorite mot recent pieces on (in)courage. How do we make friends, real friends, across cultural or other lines? I hope and pray you can find such an experience.

Read the whole piece here.

I am so sorry–last week’s link was not in the post. Here it is. Thank you for your patience.

 

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