Leading with emotions, not logic
Greetings from the Ridge.
She was beautiful, perhaps one of the loveliest young girls I’d ever seen... well over six feet tall, slender, dressed modestly in jeans, a sweater, and a pointed stocking hat. She was shopping at our local food mart with a lady who I assumed was her mother, and as the two cruised the aisles communicating with each other via simple nods and smiles, I couldn’t help but notice the young girl’s grace. She didn’t so much walk as float. It’s not unusual for an overly-tall young lady to hunch over a bit to disguise her remarkable height, but this girl seemed at peace with herself and the world she inhabited there between the frozen foods section and the Saran Wrap. I wanted to do nothing more than simply walk over to her and say, “Young lady, you are a thing of beauty and poise. I just wanted you to know that.” But I didn’t. I couldn’t. It was 2017, not 1955.