a good start...
So,this morning I was in the lift on the way to work, deeply engrossed in my book and this Indian family comes into the lift on the 6Th floor. They're all chit chatting amongst themselves save this one little boy..Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him silently observing this idiot(me)who was oh-so-engrossed in her book. Then he turned slightly to take a peek at the title of my book. I twisted my book sideways so he could see the title.. He smiled. When the lift reached the ground floor, everyone got out and no one said thank you or anything.(I'm used to this Singaporean behavior though). The little one got out, followed his family a few steps, and to my astonishment,he turned back and said in the gentlest voice ever," Thank you."I gave a big smile and said,"my pleasure." I walked the rest of the way with a huge smile on my face.
Moral of the story: The little things do matter...(no pun intended) MotherNatureLovesPink.12:38 AM
