Yesterday I gave a workshop for coaches, in the boonies of Massachusetts.
I made a pit stop for coffee on the appealingly rustic Mohawk Trail.
In 5 minutes there:
- 3 strangers smiled at me, and said hello
- Another recommended the best pastry
- The owner wished me a safe trip, and asked if I needed anything
I was merely in a neighboring state. So how come I felt like I’d stumbled on an entirely new universe?