Sometimes I'm rude and moody, and it's because I'm stuck in my past or due to negative stuff in my past, worried about my future.
Had he and his family never encountered what they did, he might be a generous, kindly old man, enjoying his grandchildren, instead of the hateful person he'd become.
Our past can be our own worst enemy.
Give me an inch, and I'll make the best of it
I love your post. I am an introvert who lives in the city. Here everyone is basically invisible and speaking to a stranger is considered rude. Most people are tired of being bothered by street people and tourists anyway.
I got a job in the suburbs and I have never been around si many blabbing, intrusive people in my life.