This tedious letter to you . . . what is one life to another?
The art of working with people is found in meeting them where they’re at, which means I must be willing to go where I am not.
They were all just sitting here. Waiting. What were they meant to be doing? The desire to interact was an irresistible itch.
Don't you see we're all full of horrible power, working against each other however much we may love?
The woman recovering from abuse or other stressful life situations may feel she's in no way in charge of anything, least of all her own world. She faces the horse with trepidation. The horse senses the fear and becomes tense and concerned. The wise instructor starts small. The woman is handed a soft brush and sent to fuss over the horse. It's pointed out that if she stands close to the animal, she will be out of range of a well-aimed kick. She is warned to watch for tell-tale signs of fear in herself and the horse. She's warned to keep her feet out from under the horse's stomping hoof. They're both allowed to back away and regroup and try again until they reach an accord regarding personal space. Calm prevails, and within a few minutes, hours or sessions, interaction becomes friendship. It happens almost every time a woman is allowed enough time and space to work through the situation. So a woman whose daily life is overwhelming her learns to step back. Is this a cure for her endless problems? Of course not. Simple is not simplistic.
All the interaction has been my learning bed for understanding life and people. Truly, workplace is a learning bed of life.
We don't see a lot of models for male social interaction. There's sports and barn raisings.
Live interaction with a crowd is a cathartic, spiritual kind of exchange, and it's intensified at a festival.
I've had a disproportionate share of interaction with jerks.
The Bible is a study guide for social interaction.
Human interaction is not a simple thing.
I served on active duty and know that active duty personnel have basically zero interaction with the VA.