Something happened recently that reminded me of a post I read on DrahDrah’s blog a while ago. It touched me, and I thought I’d share it.
We went to Costco to grab a few things. After stopping at a sample stand (we never pass those up!), we began walking. An old man caught my attention, asking about the kids, so I stopped next to him. He was very friendly, speaking sweetly to the kids, asking them who was oldest, how they liked the snack. He asked me questions about them (“This one (pointing to Erik) looks like the feisty one of the bunch. Am I right?”, and so on). We stayed for a few minutes chatting with him. All of the kids were friendly with him, especially Erik. We said goodbye and as we began to walk away he says, “Thank you for stopping to talk to me for a few minutes.”, and gave me the sweetest, most genuine smile. It made me beam and broke my heart at the same time.
How often are we in such a hurry that we don’t take the time to stop and chat? Do we smile a fake smile and hurry on past, refusing to respond because we are “too busy”? Ever notice the things we are too busy doing are often for our personal gain?
I feel so blessed to have made the day of a stranger. OK, maybe I’m giving myself too much credit. Maybe I only made his afternoon, or his hour. But if I made an impact of any sort, I’m happy to have taken the time. Making his day/afternoon/hour made my day.