A million years ago, I had a friend/coworker named David. That guy was always so bloody happy…I never understood it. He was always quick with a smile, ready to listen.
I, on the other hand, was always scowling. It wasn’t necessarily intentional. I just didn’t smile all the time.
I didn’t have a valid reason to be unhappy. I wasn’t depressed. I just wasn’t overflowing with joy.
As I’ve aged like a fine wine, I’ve learned the value of a smile. In the city, it disarms people…and I know, for me, when someone smiles at me, it can literally change my day.
This morning, I almost got run over by someone while in a crosswalk. Let’s not discuss how he was on the phone and wearing an Eagles jersey!😝 On the next block, a gentleman smile and gave me a hearty good morning.
I have a choice. Am I going to let a ride, careless driver dictate my mood, or the smiling man? I’m choosing smiles all day long.
Now, go on and smile at someone.
Deneen White 