When I was a little girl, I spent memorable school vacations with my grandmother, Mama Lenn Yaho. My Mama Lenn Yaho was a farmer with a 1 back that made it seem like she was always leaning forward to examine something. Early in the morning, she set out to the farm. I would skip2 along trying to keep up. On our way, along the muddy footpaths that wound through the village, Mama Lenn Yaho would3everyone as we passed.
There were the4 greetings. "Did you wake up in a good mood this morning? Did you sleep well?" Then, the more personalized greetings. "Are the grandchildren in good health? And what about their parents?" If she passed the 5 person upon our return later, she would greet him or her again.
The people that Mama Lenn Yaho greeted would 6similarly. "I see you have your granddaughter with you today. How is her father?" As a(n) 7 girl, I found these greeting habits humorously meaningless and8time-consuming. What I now realize is that the greetings strengthened the 9that bound the people in my grandmother's village. They promoted a sense of 10.
I believe in the gift of a 11greeting. I believe it is more than mere good12. It is like pressing the 13button among the noise of our daily lives, as we14from home to work, from one meeting to another, to 15and drop off the children. It is stopping to 16 the person in front of you as if to 17 say, "I see you."
My Mama Lenn Yaho 18 me that there is always time to greet someone before getting down to 19. I believe you can always take a few extra seconds to exchange greetings with a person. I believe we enrich our society when we acknowledge the unique 20of one another.
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