I'm reading this book given to me as a gift, and I'm appreciating it much more than I thought I would. I came across this and just loved it:
There's a saying in [Denmark], "If a man comes at you carrying a knife, you can be pretty sure he has a fork in the other hand."--D.B.
Not only did I love this because of the connection to the simple pleasure of enjoying a nice meal, but because it challenged my typical preconceived thought that the man was a threat since he was coming at "me" carrying a knife. Of course he is trying to wound me or kill me. Right? Oh, wrong! In this case, he's just prepared to eat. And as that was revealed, the scene transformed to someone with a cheerful face and the mood was friendly.
Today, I took a bike ride around the neighborhood. The idea popped in my head from a couple of suspicion-tainted glances directed at me that I may be a danger to them. Perhaps I was scoping out the place to see if there were any potential targets for my intended robbery? What else could I be doing roaming the roads on a bike? Perhaps if I were dressed in bike-racing spandex, the impression would have been different, but since I was casually dressed, I looked unusual to them. Of course, I didn't worry that I would rob them, but I'm disappointed that I even considered that my presence could have seemed threatening. I just wanted to feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and the burn in my quads!
There's a saying in [Denmark], "If a man comes at you carrying a knife, you can be pretty sure he has a fork in the other hand."--D.B.
Not only did I love this because of the connection to the simple pleasure of enjoying a nice meal, but because it challenged my typical preconceived thought that the man was a threat since he was coming at "me" carrying a knife. Of course he is trying to wound me or kill me. Right? Oh, wrong! In this case, he's just prepared to eat. And as that was revealed, the scene transformed to someone with a cheerful face and the mood was friendly.
Today, I took a bike ride around the neighborhood. The idea popped in my head from a couple of suspicion-tainted glances directed at me that I may be a danger to them. Perhaps I was scoping out the place to see if there were any potential targets for my intended robbery? What else could I be doing roaming the roads on a bike? Perhaps if I were dressed in bike-racing spandex, the impression would have been different, but since I was casually dressed, I looked unusual to them. Of course, I didn't worry that I would rob them, but I'm disappointed that I even considered that my presence could have seemed threatening. I just wanted to feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and the burn in my quads!
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