I think there is something in the human spirit that craves to be part of something bigger than themselves.
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Today, as I was walking to the local Post Office to post a book that I had recently sold on Amazon a middle aged gentleman (I would guess early fifties) passed me on a bicycle. He said hello and smiled as he rode by.
I appreciated that.
I don’t know the man, nor is it likely I will get to know him (if I ever even see him again) but we connected. Briefly. Superficially. We connected.
It’s nice to be noticed. It’s nice to be part of something bigger than myself.
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