Another Broken Rule

My grandmother was the one who always said don't talk to strangers, but for some reason I just can't help it. It's so easy to talk to a stranger, you can tell them your whole life story and it doesn't matter if they judge you or if you feel you've shared too much as in all likelihood you'll never see that person again. I've had so many people confide in me all sorts of secret hopes, dreams, challenges and opportunities and I've confided in many of them. In general they are very supportive a lot offered guidance and if they can assistance. It's always interesting because you never know where the conversation will lead you. Some people have the most amazing lives and to think if I'd never taken the imitative, I'd have never met the truck driver who was missing his daughter because he and his wife were separated. Or, the cab driver who's also a prince and thinks I look like a singer from his country. Or, the cleaning lady at the Hilton who's husband had suffered a stroke and she had no one else to talk to. Or, the lady who couldn't stop smiling because she'd just found out she was going to have a daughter. All these stories, some of which would never have been told, if I decided to follow the rules.