This is not really me…
When I am running, I wave at everybody! I wave at the car that moves over to give me way more room than I need. I wave at the car that doesn’t move over, because I think maybe they don’t see me, but possibly at the last second they will see me and think to themselves, “next time I am going to slow down or move over for that runner…” I wave and smile at the creepy person as I SPRINT by. My mother told me that when I was little, she would push me in the grocery cart at Huxley Village;-). She said that I would raise up my hand and wave or say, “hey!” to strangers we passed in the grocery aisle, forcing them to wave back, smile, or speak to me.
I mean, of course, I LUUUUUUVVVVV all of my family members and my friends. But I truly feel like I have a “level” of love for strangers. Is that weird?
No matter their gender, their religion, their origin, their appearance, their preference, their anything…
No matter their anything, their political preference, their vote, I have love for everyone.
The First Mile Sucks! 