The neighbors next door have an old friendly blond retriever. Yesterday, while the father was out hanging lights, and one of his little sons was watching from the ground, the dog noticed us as we passed and gave us a big smile from their driveway. And of course we smiled in return. Joy.
Fairly early the other morning, I stopped at the grocery store for some bananas. On my way out, I met a woman who was very tired, disappointed, and poor. As we approached each other, I smiled. And though at that moment a smile seemed the farthest thing from her mind, one appeared on her face, the deep lines of which were immediately rearranged. Joy.
And I think I will be an old friendly retriever today.