Recently, I read a post about the ironic situation created when men tell women as they are growing up not to talk to strangers and then get upset when an attractive woman doesn’t talk to them. I thought it to be quite funny. 

I on the other hand was encouraged to talk to strangers growing up. My parents jokingly would say don’t talk to strangers but everywhere they went would the. Strike up conversations with random people and I am thankful for that. 

Through out my career, both in theater and now in aviation, the ability to talk to anyone has been an asset. 

On my last flight I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman. He was older, born in 1941, but I’m guessing by the conversation we had that led me to find out when he was born that he would not want to be called older. However, I did explain I consider age and being older to be a badge of honor and a thing to be celebrated. It will be a priceless one day to be called old by, if all goes well, grandchildren or other children. 

Back to the man, he is a film and book writer. We talked for maybe a half hour about NYC and a book he wrote that he wants to turn into a musical movie, because a musical would be too expensive, which prompted a response from me because I know the theater world. 

It was a wonderful exchange and a much needed distraction during a slightly annoying flight. 

I truly am greatful for some of the conversations I have with strangers. They are a privilege and I will continue to take pleasure from complete strangers, as I hope add to their lives.