Updated: Jun 14, 2019
Ran into a little old lady today (is it more politically correct to say elderly woman? Little old lady is so much cuter...). While filling up with gas at the Rotten Robbie,, a fellow coach, the station attendant, and I were smiling and laughing about something. In walks this little old lady who joyfully exclaims, "Ooh, I love all the smiles and laughter!" I told her, "It's the only way to live." We chatted briefly, long enough for her to tell us about her 12 brothers and sisters and how they didn't have a choice, they had to get along (No, she was not a member of the Bone/Paddon clan).
I'll never see her again, but she made me think. She made me think about how different the world was when my grandparents were kids. How the luxuries even the least of us have far exceed anything they could have ever imagined...but they did imagine it. They paved the way. We are reaping the rewards of the hard work, the innovative thinking, the imagination, and the commitment of the generations before us. We are tasked with the responsibility to pave the way for those who come after us. I hope that I can be a part of that pavement crew.
Anyway, that was a tangent for which the history nerd inside me is responsible (and that was a sentence structured so as not to end with a preposition, which I think is stupid, so I'm not going to do that anymore). What really struck me about this little old lady was her joy and delight over the joys and delights of others.
Chose joy. It's contagious.