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Trains. A Journey to Understanding

Our stories can be a catalyst for building bridges. There is more to us than labels. Riding on a train makes for people intimacy. When you first board, the person sitting across from you is a stranger. Then the soft hellos, eye contact, and you go back to reading your book and listening to music ... whatever. But, before long, one of you takes the time to say more than hi and ask you a question, or picks up something you've dropped. Today, I met Jeremiah, a 17-month old with his Mom. He finally let me hold him for a while and listened to the music with the other half of my ear phones. I also met Marcel who was riding with her granddaughter Jenny to Milwaukee who broke her hip and had a cane. We bonded over our mutual "walking" aid. Ate at one of the stops. She had to give up her house as it got too much and is living with one of her children. "Was it hard," I asked, "giving up your house?" "No, not that, but I liked living by myself." We gr…

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