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Jun 2015
I looked at my familiar life and though what about a change. I wondered how it would feel to wake up in a strange place. So I looked around and found someone who was willing to exchange. I went to live in their world and became a stranger for a day. When I woke up my first morning in someone else's house, I found that things were out of place and it took a while to get around. From making my morning meal to walking out into the street. All things were unfamiliar but I began to find my way. I saw an old woman with groceries, trying to get out of a car. I smiled and held the door for her and she waved and went on her way. Though I didn't speak her language, I communicated just fine. She understood the language of kindness and responded in kind. As I walked through the streets and shop exploring as I went, I began to feel at home with my surroundings and the people that I met. while their culture was different from my own and it took time to communicate. I was well received and shown the kindness and respect that I was able to give. As the sun went down and I retired to my bed, images and sounds were rushing through my head. As the next morning came and I woke to a different sunrise. I was no longer a stranger and my surroundings felt familiar. I was willing to open up and learn about other people and a new place so I was only a stranger for a day.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Poetess and Cecil Miller
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