Chances any random stranger we meet will make our life better is, I believe, better than the chance they will make our life worse. We cannot surround ourselves only with agreeable people we like – who in turn agree with us, like us, trust us. While that would be nice, is it realistic?
Nice, but …
My strong feeling is this is more about our intentions being hopeful and our expectations being high. Optimistic intentions, better results. Higher expectations, amazing results. None of which means we are ever guaranteed that next nice person we meet won’t turn out to be a first class idiot. Or worse.
In search of intelligent life, if I never try, I’ll never know. My stats will be impressive, I won’t meet any idiots.
You see, I have no data.
Could be wrong.
P.S.: I’m off on to Saskatoon for the weekend – a gathering of District 42 Toastmasters (Alberta and Saskatchewan) for our fall conference. There will be laughter and business. Auld acquaintances we can never forget. And new friends we’ve not met. Some will be fantastic.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -7C/19F, overcast and calm – a short brisk walk (I’ll get my workout wending my way around the airport terminal) …
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