I say hello a lot, to strangers, people I vaguely know but can't (for the life of me) remember their name. Young people, old people (especially old people), dogs, cats the weird guy who rides his bike around town all day and every day. There are not many who have escaped a hello from me. Except one man. One single person whom I dislike greatly. This man has never been granted even one greeting and I'll tell you something, it has been so incredibly hard. It goes against my grain you see, and the not saying hello to this man is a skill that has taken some time to master.
I live in awe of people who can be nasty, snobby and downright frosty and I have never understood how they do it. But my dislike of this particular human being is great and my cause is just so I have persevered and through share force of will I have not relented in my non-cheeriness policy. But today my pursuit of kindness was greater and I shrugged off the cold shoulder, I moved the glacier, crossed that very rickety bridge, I unpicked all my stitches of carefully knitted knots and I said…."Hi". As simple as that, I was a quivering, nervous wreck and he (this suited and booted monstrosity) looked through me and said nothing. Oh well, Kindness #12….To hello or not to hello….that is the question.
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