@MissKathleen Why not? The Hater will find something to hate... so why not Stranger me? You don't know me but you hate me speaks volumes about you, not about me. I was raised without hate... because hate poison your soul beyond repair. Not that I don't despise many, like those who enslave, those who take advantage of the weak, the sick, the poor, the ignorant, the different. Despise is a choice of Comtempt where the heart is not involved. Truly.

@MissKathleen And that is the calling card of a Beautiful Person, the hability to seeing every encounter as an oportunity of friendship. Something I admire of children in a park or playgdound, how they connect to play despite stranger condition among themselves children. Never was more clear to me as a child than one night someone got sick in the house and I had to spent the whole night in the hospital playing with another boy in the same situation and a small cat we found in the medical center. We adults can learn so much of our childhood! ...I reckon we forgot those lessons!