How do you feel about strangers?
I am an incredibly shy person. However, I see some strangers as potential friends. I'm not just talking about strangers on the street, but also strangers on-line. Some of the nicest people I talk to are on-line.
I think it's good when you meet someone new and they have total opposite interests to what you have. It maybe that they are interested in something you have never tried and you may try it and discover a new hobby.
Talking to new people can also sometimes change your outlook of life. I once met an elderly man and he had terminal cancer. I was feeling particularly sorry for myself this day until he told me he was ill. Looking at him, you wouldn't of thought there was anything wrong with him. I told him I was sorry he was ill and he must be very scared. His reply was that he wasn't. He had fought in a war, owned his own business, traveled the world and done numerous things for charity. he said he had lived a fulfilled life and obviously it was time for him to go soon. This brought tears to my eyes about how somebody who was so ill and couldn't have treatment was still so happy in life. I stopped feeling sorry for myself the minute that he told me his situation.
Strangers can also make you aware of issues that you where clueless about. They can also prove to be a good support to you in your hour of need as sometimes it can be easier to open up to a stranger rather than opening up to somebody you know.

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strangers care…. it can be something as simple as holding a door for you. I remember a personal catch phrase that reminds me to choose kindness even If I'm all wrapped up in my own problems –
“Be careful with the words you say because you have the power to make or break someones day”
The best story I know about “strangers care” is tony robbins, You'll find a video version of this on my profile. Anthony Robbins left something out of this story which you can only find out by watching the video :-)
One Man’s Story
— written by Anthony Robbins
On Thanksgiving many years ago, a young family awoke with a sense of foreboding. Instead of looking forward to a day filled with gratitude, they were preoccupied by thoughts of what they did not have. At best, they would scrape together a meager meal on this day of “feasting.” If they had contacted a local charity group, they would have had a turkey with all the trimmings, but they hadn’t. Why? Because they, like many other families, were proud people. Somehow they would make do with what they had.
The difficult situation led to frustration and hopelessness, then to irreparable, harsh words between the mother and father. The eldest son felt devastated and helpless as he watched the people he loved most become more and more angry and depressed.
Then destiny intervened…a loud and unexpected knock at the door! The boy opened it and was greeted by a tall man in rumpled clothing. He was grinning broadly, carrying a huge basket brimming with every conceivable Thanksgiving delight: a turkey, stuffing, pies, sweet potatoes, canned goods—everything for a holiday feast!
The family was stunned. The man at the door said, “This is from someone who knows you’re in need and wants you to know that you’re loved and cared for.” At first, the father of the family didn’t want to take the basket, but the man said, “Look, I’m just a delivery person.” Smiling, he set the basket in the boy’s arms, turned to leave, then called over his shoulder, “Have a great Thanksgiving!”
In that moment, this young man’s life was forever changed. With this simple act of kindness, he learned that hope is eternal, that people—even “strangers”—really do care. The sense of gratitude he felt moved him deeply, and he swore to himself that someday he’d do well enough to give something back to others in a similar way. And by the time he was eighteen years old, he had begun to fulfill that promise. With his scant earnings, he set out to purchase groceries, not for himself, but for two families he had learned were in dire need of food. He then drove to deliver them, dressed in an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt, intending to present the gift as if he were a delivery boy. When he arrived at the first dilapidated house, he was greeted by a Latina woman who looked at him suspiciously. She had six children, and her husband had abandoned the family only a few days before. They had no food.
The young man offered, “I have a delivery for you, ma’am.”
He then went out to his car and began to carry in bags and boxes overflowing with food: a turkey, stuffing, pies, sweet potatoes, canned goods. The woman’s jaw dropped. The children, when they saw the food being brought into the house, let out shrieks of delight.
The young mother, who spoke only broken English, grabbed the young man by the arm and started to kiss him all over, saying, “You gift from God! You gift from God!”
“No, no,” the young man said. “I’m just the delivery boy. This is a gift from a friend.” Then he handed her a note that said,
This is a note from a friend. Please have a wonderful Thanksgiving—you and your family deserve it. Know that you are loved. And someday, if you have the chance, please do well enough to do this for someone else and pass on the gift.
The young man continued to bring in bag after bag of groceries. The excitement, joy, and love reached a fever pitch. By the time he left, the sense of connection and contribution moved the young man to tears. As he drove away, looking back at the smiling faces of the family he’d had the privilege to help, he realized that that his story had come full circle, that the “horrible day” from his youth was actually a gift from God, guiding him, pointing him toward fulfillment through a life committed to contribution. With this one act he began a quest that continues to this day: to return the gift that was given to him and his family and to remind people that there is always a way to turn things around, that they are loved, and that—with simple steps, a little understanding, and massive action—whatever challenges exist now can be turned into valuable lessons and opportunities for personal growth and long-term happiness.
How do I know so much about this young man and his family, not only about what they did, but also how they felt? Because he is me. ( Tony Robbins)Going a bit off subject but as a response to the holding door open bit … I always hold doors open for people and i always remember my manners when somebody has held one open for me. It reall gets my back up when people don't say thank you when a door has been held open or when people don't use manners in general. It doesn't take much to say please and thank you x