Today I smiled at a stranger. Risky bussiness. I so fear the being hit...splattered by a cement face. Why do it? My husband and I volunteered for three years as telephone counselors for a suicide and crisis line. One day a caller said to me, "Today at a parking lot a man smiled at me. A stranger smiled. Because of his smile I didn't go home and shoot myself."
Today, I smiled at a stranger in a parking lot. He smiled back.
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