The Little Things. . .

It’s the little things.

On my run up a slight hill this morning, a woman moved out of the way with her dog and gave me a little shout out  “you’re almost there, don’t give up!”

Later that morning, I walked into the post office and a man held the door for me. . .

A client stopped me as I walked into her office and said, “I love your outfit today.  Those shoes!”

On my way home, a really nice driver, let me cut in-front of her even though I had made the mistake of trying to get through the light and just didn’t quite make it.  She laughed  and then motioned for me to go on right ahead.

The cashier at the grocery store ran after me all the way across the parking lot when I forgot my credit card at the register.

I sat in my car and went through the sweet day I had. So many kind and wonderful moments and it dawned on me:  What did I do today to help someone, to make someone smile, to make someone feel good? I couldn’t remember a thing.

But I’m gonna do much better tomorrow.

It really is the little things.

We Should All Have Friends Like Bill

All I keep hearing this morning from the talking pundits on all the news shows  about Bill Clinton’s speech was “how great it was” but  “you know, they don’t even like each other.”  

Really?  President Bill Clinton and President Barack Obama don’t even like each other?

Well, jeez.  We should all have friends like Bill.  I’d like a friend who doesn’t like me yet:

  • defends every single thing I’ve done in the last four years,
  • slams my enemies for all the wrongs they’ve said behind my back and in front of it,
  • Anoints me for a job I may be on the verge of losing,
  • And who rallies all my supporters and a lot of undecided folk to my cause.

Seriously, what the hell?  If that ain’t friendship I don’t know what it is.

Obviously it’s time for me to make some new “friends”.

Clearly mine like me way too damn much!