Is word getting out? Is one small tide turning? I was having lunch out a few days ago and at a nearby table sat mother, father, and child. About 8 years old, I figure. Irritating noises from some electronic-bleeping gadget assaults me. I stay calm and just glance their way, no real malice in my heart or demeanor.
And what, can you imagine, does the mother say to me in a sincere and caring way?: “Excuse me. Is that irritating you?” And she meant it! I tell her no, but it’s enough to make me want to leap up and hug her. Instead I thank her for asking. Yeah!