H is for Hello

It's all changed again.  Those of you following my blog will notice that I've basically gone the entire month of February without posting anything new.

I immersed myself in news and global affairs and was appalled by what I read.  I've actually been through a spell of emotional depression as a result - similar to when I read "Shake Hands With the Devil: The Failure of Humanity in Rwanda".

So now I'm choosing another route.

Human rights begins HERE.

How often do we say hello?  A few dozen times a day maybe?

But how often do we say hello to someone new?  Would you say hello to a total stranger if they were in tears?  Do you say hello to your bus driver or the postman if you see him?

This isn't even about human rights, it's about being human by treating as human those that cross our paths.

And this is most especially important, I think, when...

H is for Help.

Human beings need help.  And often that help comes in a form that we didn't even know we were looking for.  Sometimes it's as simple as a brief conversation with someone, even a total stranger.  I know this because I've spent most of the last month working in a small office doing data entry, only rarely seeing or speaking to any of the people I work with.

H is for Human.

We are human.  And so is the man that removes the rubbish, the woman who drives the bus.

Smile and say hello.  You might just make their day.