I opened the door to someone today.
I do not always open the door. I have my front-room curtains pulled in such a way that I can go into the front room, and glance out and see who is at the door.
If I don’t like the look of them, I don’t answer the door.
Today – I was upstairs – there was a knock at the door.
I went down.
Today – I told myself not to be afraid to open my door, and I went to it, and opened it.
No. It was not okay.
I did not, from this, learn a moral lesson to open my door as I might open my heart.
The person at the door was selling something, as people often are.
It is the same ruses, and I do not fall for them, these days.
Some days, I open my door if I want to.
Or – I check through the window, first – I don’t always feel strong enough to deal with charlatans at the door.