The Little Green Man.

I'm sure we've all thought about it, when we are either holding a rail walking down a staircase, or pressing the silver button to ask the little green man permission to cross the road, or even turning the handle on a well-used public door, who else has touched this with their hands? Whether we think of such things because of curiosity or for sanitary reasons, we still think of it.

I mean, it's a pretty deep thought, isn't it? Maybe someone famous? Maybe someone on a mission that would, in due time, save the world? Or at the least, change the world in some way. Maybe we'll meet the last person to press that button or hold onto the hand rail. Maybe we'll become the best of friends, maybe we'll fall in love, maybe we already know them, maybe we'll never know who they are. Would we ever really find out?
Many would be doubtful. But that other person's hand has done what your hand has done too. In my head, it seems to make some sort of cosmic sense, that we, us here, alive and breathing; we are all connected. We are all the same. And we can be miles apart from each other, yet impact one another's lives greatly.

Watch that person, next time you are about to push that silver button at an intersection, who presses it before you. They have a story, they have a purpose. They might even be the next person to change the world. And maybe, the person behind you at that intersection, is looking at you and thinking the exact same thing.