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Not too long ago, I saw a woman, a homeless one.
I was on my way home from the store and as I drove toward her, I began to compare her life to mine. Even though I didn't know her past, her present circumstances were clear and easy to judge, so why not, right? I'm 20. I have a supportive, loving family. I have good friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and a decent car. I have goals, dreams, and aspirations. She had nothing but the clothes on her back. “I've got it pretty good,” I thought, “sure glad I'm not her,” and I almost drove by without another look.
Then I noticed something weird.
You would expect any human in that position to sulk, drowned in their own misery. Heck, I would. But not her; oh no, certainly not her. She had a smile. One of those I-just-fell-in-love kind of smiles. The ones you can't wipe off your sorry face because you never want that feeling to go away. The simple circumstance took me by surprise so suddenly I almost veered into another car. Had she gone mad? “That's weird, she has nothing to smile about. I mean, just look at her!” As I drew closer to her, I could see she held a sign. “Hmm, probably something about needing money.”
Six words written with a black marker on a piece of cardboard. As soon as I read the sign everything else faded. The busyness of what goes on day-to-day, the struggles and annoyances to which we enslave ourselves — it all shrank down to nothing more than futile thoughts.
“Man,” I thought,
“I don't smile enough.”