Saturday, 28 April 2012

The Magic of Strangers

If I were to listen to the rules of the world about how one should act with others and in relationships, I would never speak to "strangers."

A lot of the stories I share are inspired from my wonderful encounters with strangers.  There have been the odd occasions when men have read into my friendship and wanted more. When you go beyond the male/female thing, there is only a pure love with no agenda. 

I find that I only have to break the ice once and that ice is broken for all time. In other words, the moment I say hi to a "stranger" they remember me and always say hello when they see me.  It makes London a very friendly city.

Without strangers, Magic would be few and far between.


Related articles: Let Me In, Love!; Sharing What I Love; The Strange Thing About Strangers; Spreading Myself Around; One Act of Kindness is Still Reaping Dividends; Love Knows No Boundaries; Are We Friends or Strangers?