Sometimes you get hit out of nowhere. It's like an ambush and you walk straight into it. One moment you are on your feet. Next thing you know you are lying there, bleeding and without the faintest idea of what hit you.
Ok, that was an exaggeration but I could identify with the bewilderment caused by such an unexpected and uncalled for attack.
This morning Hubby alerted me to a comment on one of his Facebook posts.
See the last comment? It's from someone who visited our cell a few times and disappeared after that.
To set the record straight, I don't recall ever meeting her on the street. And I am ashamed to admit that I wouldn't know it's her even if she were to greet me.
That would be more embarrassing for me and it would certainly upset her even more. And If that had been the scenario, I would most probably be labelled with far more derogatory adjectives.
Anyway, I am just curious. Her gripe is with me not greeting her, but why didn't she greet me instead? What's the big deal?
Whether you are recognised and greeted by someone or you recognise and greet someone: is there a difference? Could it be that the former gives one a sense of superiority?
That, I think, is something important for someone who values humility to think about.
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