Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was 23 in a mall in S. Florida, and a young boy approached me, dragging an even younger boy with him. He asked me if I could buy them something to eat. I was so shocked that a child asked, that I handled it terribly and said no. That was 22 years ago.
How did it change your life?
It made me think through what to do if that happens again so I can be "ready" going forward. To me, the real issue was that he was too young to be alone in a mall and needed adults looking after him - either I should have reconnected him with his parents or called the police or something. In the moment I was just so shocked because I'd never been panhandled by a child under 10 before. Obviously it stuck with me since it happened over two decades ago and I still remember them.
Anonymous wrote:I had a encounter with a serial killer, I was so lucky to have gotten away in a fluke of luck. It made me more careful about traveling alone. I think it was divine intervention.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was 23 in a mall in S. Florida, and a young boy approached me, dragging an even younger boy with him. He asked me if I could buy them something to eat. I was so shocked that a child asked, that I handled it terribly and said no. That was 22 years ago.
How did it change your life?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:It wasn’t a conversation but an interaction. I was 17, a senior in high school and in Cairo, Egypt for Spring Break with my family. As we were walking out of the hotel one morning, a little girl, maybe 6 years old, wearing an often worn party dress, walked up to my little sister and very gently gestured for the can of coke my sister was drinking. Her eyes lit up as my sister handed it to her.
Cairo was my first trip to a third world country and opened my eyes to the US’s and my extreme privilege. The joy that young girl displayed to receive a half drunk can of coke changed my perspective profoundly. We all have our crosses to bear, but they aren’t really very heavy.
You little sister shouldn't drink coke in the morning.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was 23 in a mall in S. Florida, and a young boy approached me, dragging an even younger boy with him. He asked me if I could buy them something to eat. I was so shocked that a child asked, that I handled it terribly and said no. That was 22 years ago.
But did you change because of this? That's the question.
Why do people keep GRADING first the question, now the responses. This is not an assignment.
DP, but it’s not grading to ask how the conversation changed someone’s life, since that was the question. It feels like people keep leaving that part out. It sounds like people are answering the question - tell us about a random conversation you had that you remember.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I met a woman waiting for a train. I was with my daughter (who is adopted from another ethnicity, so it is sort of obvious). The woman gently asked if she was adopted. I said yes. She asked if she had been an orphan/lived in an orphanage before I got her. I said yes. She asked how old she was when she got adopted. I said 1. Then I asked how old she was when she got adopted. She said she was never adopted.
The silence hung in the air. I asked, "Well do you have a husband or children of your own now (she looked to be in her 30's)". She said "No."
I was not sure how to respond. The thought of going all through life with literally no family was just very hard for me to imagine.
How did this change your life?
Anonymous wrote:I was at a dinner party at university and had one of those short, intense conversations that sometimes come up. Lasted less than half an hour, in the dark corner of a rented restaurant/bar.
It was a bunch of philosophers and humanities types. I was talking to an older woman professor about medical ethics. I talked about my grief over letting down my mother as she was dying -- sepsis from a UTI, breast cancer treatment, and I as I medical student didn't pick up on it fast enough.
This still haunted me. She pointed out that if my mother was septic enough to go that fast (died that night), nobody likely could have saved her, and that my mother probably wanted to spend the time with me, not as an object treated by me, anyway.
Damn. About three total sentences, and then the conversation moved on. But I let go of grief that had haunted me for years.
Anonymous wrote:I had a encounter with a serial killer, I was so lucky to have gotten away in a fluke of luck. It made me more careful about traveling alone. I think it was divine intervention.