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Kate D.'s avatar

It's possible I see the world differently than other people, but from a past comment from a reader on this substack, my habit of trading phone numbers with strangers I meet in public places and giving them my address and inviting them to dinner regularly may seem dangerous to some people.

I'm not seeking out gang members to invite to dinner, but we're not in a low crime city or neighborhood either. We've had dinner guests from different socioeconomic backgrounds and different countries (visiting or who immigrated). Some new guests are friends of friends and some were just people I met at the library. For me, it's a blessed and rewarding life and I don't have anxiety about it. God is in charge and we feel he called us to this lived hospitality.

This seems a feminine coded risk to me, extending hospitality despite potential risks. I don't have to lift anything heavier than a casserole dish! It's a great life my husband and I have.

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Analisa Roche's avatar

My favorite example in my life, outside of my husband, of men putting themselves at risk happened while white-water rafting more than 30 years ago. My group chose to continue on to the "dangerous part" of the route at the end, with much rougher water than the earlier parts. We were not super-experienced rafters. Our boat flipped and I was caught under it, disoriented and scared. I was rescued by four teenage boys who had decided to spend their Saturday hanging out in that area by the river, watching for people to help. I find that so heroic, and I'm forever grateful to them.

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