The other day, I was driving home from the office through a residential part of town. I happened to be behind a big tractor trailer.
Up ahead and off to the right, I noticed a woman in one of those motorized scooters/wheelchairs that they give to people who can't physically get around on their own anymore.
My heart went out to her as I approached... The look on her face seemed to say that she wasn't really "living" anymore, but pretty much just "existing." She was alone and didn't seem to notice me--or much of anybody else, for that matter.
But something caught her attention.
The big rig.
As her eyes locked onto the truck, the lifeless look on her face evaporated and a mischievous little grin turned the corners of her mouth into the smile of a little girl.
Keeping her focus on the semi, she thrust her right hand straight up in the air, clenched her fist, and pumped it up and down in the "Honk your horn, Mr. Semi" gesture.
The semi driver must've noticed the lady, too, because as soon as she started pumping her fist, he let out a big, long blast on his horn! (God bless that guy!)
As soon as residential peace & tranquility had been successfully shattered, her little-girl smile turned into full-on grin! Her pumping fist was joined by her other hand in a triumphant, "We just won the Super Bowl!!!!!"-type celebration.
As I passed, I could read her lips as she threw her head to one side & declared with some attitude, "Yes, inDEED!"
I couldn't help myself... I just HAD to chuckle.
I was happy for her! Happy because she had seemed so UNhappy just a few moments before! And such a small little thing brought her so much joy.
And that's when it hit me: I'd be a LOT less stressed if life's little pleasures were a big deal to me, too.
They oughtta be!
From now on, they're gonna be!
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