The last couple weeks have not been very good for sorting out thoughts. I'm not sure if it is actually imperative that this be done or not, but somehow I feel better when it is accomplished.
A couple weeks ago this photo appeared on my niece's Facebook. I am borrowing it. (Annie, if you want me to put it back, just say so.) My husband thought it made a good wallpaper for our computer and so each time I come to sit down, there it is, and it makes me smile. I don't know why, but it does.
My niece lives in Dallas and works in a tall office building. One day she went to get on the elevator and found it already occupied. Initially she was told she couldn't ride along, but then someone said she could, and so she did. She found the gentleman to be "nice" and sent him a thank you note, which he returned with a note of his own.
The story left me wondering who crosses my path each day and how I treat those people. Who rides the elevator with me? Who is in line behind me at the grocery store? Did I smile at a stranger today? Did I bother to say "thank you"? Does meeting "the man" make a difference? I don't know what Ann's opinion of this man was prior to meeting him, nor do I know if their meeting made any change in how she thinks of him. (Maybe she'll let us know...) It did however, leave me thinking.
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