It was such a trivial little conversation, but apparently, she remembered me. This is really a surprise to be honest, and a pleasant one at that. It serves as a reminder that, honestly, we never know how we touch other people’s lives.
Tomorrow’s post will be something about Valentine’s Day and love and all of that…stuff, I guess, and I hope you’ll forgive me for this one. Valentine’s Day is just tough on single people, like the display toilets in a home improvement store is to a man with diarrhea.
you never know whose day you will make just through what should be common courtesy.
I get to the restaurant when I see her. Set up with a folding table and chair, she is sitting at the side of the restaurant with some kind of display. I ask what she’s selling (and secretly hoping it was girl scout cookies)
Yes, that’s me. I’m nobody. I was born a nobody, I lived life as a nobody, I have always been a nobody, I am still a nobody and no doubt, I will die a nobody.
I heard the absolute cutest, tiniest sweetest little voice say “hi.” I looked around, seeing nothing
there, crossing this little road leading to my light, I see an older man (not elderly, but not young) carrying half a dozen loaded bags.
imagine how I feel when students do show appreciation.
I agree with the quote (often attributed to Einstein) that I would rather be an optimist and a fool than a pessimist and right.
by doing something nice for others. I think of this as throwing love out there, and even if it does not come back to me personally, an unexpected kind act must propagate.