‘Hey, Mr Cunningham’
The man did not hear me, it seemed.
‘hey, Mr Cunningham. How’s your entailment gettin along?’Mr Walter Cunningham’s legal affairs were well known to me; Atticus once described them at length. The big man blinked and hooked his thumbs in his overall straps. He seemed uncomfortable; he cleared his throat and looked away. My friendly overture had fallen flat.
‘Don’t your remember me, Mr Cunningham? I’m Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one time, remember?’ I began to sense the futility one feels when acknowledged by a chance acquaintance
And It goes on to demonstrate something thats truely humane. I know, probably its fiction.
It also pretty much sums up state of Online Communities. Be it open source/free software, bloggers or some other social networking platform. You will be amazed to find so much hate there. Its mostly pointless and perhaps triggered by mere fact that, people know that nobody will perhaps ever show them the mirror. Worst of all, it plagues Open Source projects and its people.
New year has begun with all the usual obnoxious stuff, perhaps we can make this place better by just raising our tolerance level a bit higher.