Most of us see strangers every day. They are the people who fill up the world, but they don't really connect to you. They're just there. Doing their jobs, going about their lives, operating in circles quite separate from your own.
But what happens when a stranger affects your life? What happens when an unknown person intrudes into your bubble and shocks you by popping it?
What if that kid on the bike got run over by a car right in front of your eyes?
What if the girl running the cash register (the one who, let's face it, gets judged by us all the time, when we don't even realize it) goes home and commits suicide?
When you know something about a stranger, does that change them? Are they no longer random people - do they become something else? Are people just random people until you know them?
(This is a post that I had saved in my drafts; I just never posted it. But I remember that I was really thinking about this: should people be strangers to us? We're all connected, all humans, all living on the same planet. Why should we feel so disconnected? Why do we have the attitude that "it's their problem - not mine"??)
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