I realize that these boys are exactly what we see, and there is no room for hidden agendas. Yes, they could be serial killers or thieves or worse. But there is no space for these deceptions. I trust that feeling in the depth of my being- that these former strangers are indeed friends. I, like everyone else, have been told to never talk to strangers.
Strangers are dangerous, untrustworthy, and opportunists.
I have continued to hold this perception until now. Now, my idea of a stranger has shifted to a potential friend. Not every stranger is mean, violent, or thieving. Not every stranger is sweet and friendly. A stranger is just a person you don t know, and we are all strangers at one point.