There’s this man I pass while I’m jogging and he’s walking. He smiles happy. I mean he beams. And he greets me like he means it.
I don’t stop while I’m jogging or I could tell you more about this man. The last time I saw him, we exchanged our passing greeting. And with no more view of his face, I hollered back, “It’s a brave and beautiful day.”
His immediate reply, “Thank you so much.” And with that, I knew he could have and would have spilled thanks, regardless of what I had said. Because that’s what he feels. He feels love and gratitude.
And so do I. Thanks so much for your presence in my life.