Lately, in the midst of events at which people have come together to share their stories and to inspire others to advocate and facilitate social change (e.g., Bonfire Heights; Justice Lost: Personal Stories of Systematic Injustice), my heart has been full to bursting with gratitude for their stories and hope for the future. In a world where people lose their lives at an alarming rate in the name of religion, of old blood feuds between countries and individuals, or even simply for being themselves, there is still a glimmer of gold in what may appear to be a pile of ashes. That glimmer is the stories of those who have survived tragedy and risen up from the darkest depths after they believed all hope was lost, and those who have innovative ideas for making this world a better place. It is the stories of those who have been persecuted for their religion, their sexual orientation, their race, or their gender. Those who have risen up to show the rest of us that there is always hope. Every one of us has something to offer. And what hope would we have, what light would we see, if not for these survivors and their stories?
My intention in writing this blog is to advocate the power of the human spirit. I would like to remind anyone who is willing to listen that the stranger sitting next to you right now on the bus, or in class, or in the hospital waiting room, could have a story with the potential to change your perspective and open your eyes to issues that you may have never even contemplated before. A stranger’s story might inspire you to make a donation, write a poem, start a nonprofit, get back in touch with an old friend, amend damaged relationships, or, well…start a blog. I encourage everyone to make a habit of talking to people with whom you’re forced to share small spaces, like the elevator or the city bus. Chances are you are already slightly outside of your comfort zone, so what damage can come from striking up a conversation with your fellow small space occupants? You might be surprised at how much you could learn.
Thus far in my life, I have extracted significant personal enrichment from hearing others’ stories and saying yes to opportunities. I used to be an extreme introvert and could barely look a person in the eye during a conversation. I am significantly happier now that I have abandoned the fear of striking up a conversation with someone I’ve never met, and of committing to opportunities from which I have no idea what to expect. It is very rare that I regret these decisions. Even when I do, I learn from my experiences. I see my mistakes as new opportunities to improve myself, and I encourage you to do the same.
So what are you waiting for? Talk to a stranger the next time you get the chance.
Cassandra Stedham is a student of International Policy Studies at the Monterey Institute of International Studies, and is working toward a career in International Journalism. You can read more at her blog, Talk to a Stranger.
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