We are becoming afraid to talk to strangers in our everyday life. Every newscast on television gives a new picture of an assault on an innocent person.

We don’t want to take the chance of being the new victim.  We are becoming isolated.

Except for my friend, Arlene. We have teased her for years that every time she gets on a plane, a train or even a bus, she makes a “new best friend.”

And not just a fleeting friend.  They stay in touch, by email, telephone, visits  -  sometimes from thousands of miles away.

Arlene talks to people.  Her specialty is “making matches” for the younger ones but she does not limit herself.  She has helped musicians get audiences, entrepreneurs get customers – or just listens to people who need an ear.

No one fazes her.  Once, while waiting in a doctor’s office, she met Yul Brynner.  It would intimidate most people to approach this formidable person.  Not Arlene.  I am sure she did not ask for his autograph.  She probably asked how he was feeling and if he liked this doctor with whom she also had an appointment.  He invited her and her son to come back stage when he was doing a final The King and I tour.

What is her secret?

One of her more cynical friends summed it up with this criticism.

She said, “The trouble with you, Arlene, is you can find something good about everyone.” 

I want to reassure you that she does not make friends in dangerous back alleys.  You are not likely to find her there anyway.  She just talks to people she meets in public places.  Safe places. 

We have become afraid of each other.  Suspicious.  Not that we should take crazy chances – but have people become, in our minds, guilty and have to prove themselves innocent for us to have a casual conversation?

The bad  news we see on TV are isolated incidents.  Good news is no news so we don’t hear about ordinary, friendly people like Arlene or the millions who lead good and productive lives who would welcome and appreciate a nice conversation with us.

I am sad to tell you that Arlene is now critically ill with cancer.  The prognosis is not good.

But her “new best friends” from all over are rallying around her.  Flying in from foreign cities.  Dropping in.  Making chicken soup. Calling her.  Supporting her.  Loving her.

I wonder if she knows what a big hole she will leave in our Universe when she finally leaves to a better place.

And who will take her over her job?

It could be me.  It could be you.