The value of a smile
I was at Home Depot this morning, walking to the restroom. Ahead of me, about halfway down the lighting aisle, with lamps hanging overhead, was an older lady with short silvery hair, pushing her cart. Our eyes met; she gave a welcoming smile. I smiled back. We passed each other, and I continued on my way, a good feeling in my chest. Then it occurred to me: neither one of us was wearing...