Nothing has leveled me more than humanity of complete strangers.
Generosity has always been on my terms. Private. When it’s right. People sometimes wonder why I like to travel alone. The way it goes is I shut off for a few days, and I love it. Not speaking to anyone. Being silent to my heart’s content. But then I start to crave, and so appreciate, people again – taking in tiny sips of human interaction. A cashier here, a curious toddler there. Maybe I’m just […]
(It’d be a lot shorter for one) / Disclaimer: Unless it’s in traffic What is it about driving alone that both fills and empties the mind?
The best thing I’ve been told “thank you” for wasn’t cash, but only my smile.
I left my mind on an open road and picked up poems on the way.
It’s about one-third of the population that will screw you over. I’ve traveled, met, and given to a lot of strangers, so there’s truth to this number – but the other 2/3 you equally shock and amaze me.
With rough homeless hands and genuine eyes he asked what he could give me. I have been been humbled and taught many tearful lessons by those I’ve met while traveling.