Challenge #1

For some people it is a piece of cake just to come to a stranger in the street and ask for some help or ask a question. I always wonder where such brave people come from. As for me, I find it unpleasant and a bit scary to ask for help because I’m afraid of being too intrusive as the strangers always look tired and annoyed.  I have a feeling that they will scold me if I initiate a conversation with them. Erm…sounds a bit odd, I know. Maybe, the reason is that there was no need to communicate with strangers. Ever since I can remember, there have been someone with me – my parents or my friends – they usually spoke for mе. Besides, I used to travelling by car or bus to the places I know like the back of my hand. That’s why I don’t need anyone help. However, today I got rid of this “habit”.

I went to the bus stop. It was raining steadily and people were standing lonely with their heads bowed. I looked around to find someone who could help me. There was a woman with his little son and two strange men dressed in some dirty working clothes. The men had a lively conversation – they were laughing and giggling all the time. One of them looked at me with love interest and I got scared and was about to leave with a failed task but then I said to myself ‘no way!’ and came to the woman who was also quite unfriendly at the first sight.

Perhaps, my first time was not brilliant but I believe the first step has been taken to some changes.

Thank you for reading this.