On Stories

The other day, I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctor's office and I had a short conversation with an old lady sitting next to me about her book club and how the book they were making her read was awful. We talked for a totally of about three minutes but it was probably the highlight of my day, because I got to know a fragment of one of the people in the room with me.

It's incredibly strange and fascinating to me to think that all the people we see around us, all the "extras" in the movie of our lives, they all have stories and lives that go on while we're not around. That each and every person we catch a glimpse of, at a restaurant or on the train or in the hallway, has a life outside of that one glimpse.

The other day at work, an older lady came in, and she had an accent that I wasn't familiar with. I couldn't help but ask where she was from, and she told me she escaped  from Hungary as a little girl.

Basically the point I'm trying to make is that each and every person has a story. If you take the time to ask about someone, their story just might surprise you,