The sweetest minority

The number of people who really care about anything, especially their fellow human beings, strikes me as being the smallest of minorities on this planet.

It is so difficult to find anyone who pays any real attention beyond that required by their employer, be it at a retail store, government office or even a church.  When I run across the rare person who looks me in the eye, shuts their own mouth and listens without interjecting their opinion or acting like I am somehow burdening them, I feel like I owe them something, lunch, dinner a heart-felt thank you and handshake, whatever.

Why don’t more people get it?  The old adage ‘You catch more flies with sugar then vinegar’ applies to every facet of life.  Sometimes it really is just as easy as listening without comment.

Yes, I am guilty of hypocrisy, I find myself not practicing this, especially with members of my own family (that whole abuse the ones closest to you thing is a ripe subject…).

I commit to be a member of the sweetest minority; to more frequently recollect how I feel when someone really listens to me and to listen to people talking to me.