My buddy Mat and I were at a local thrift store this week. Whilst in line at the checkout, a cutie of a ginger wearing a cutie of a burgundy skater dress was just ahead of me. Quick glimpse and a genuine smile betwixt felt human. As she was readying to part with her treasures, I said, “Your name? At least your name, please.” She smiled again and shared “Brenda.” And I smiled, too.
That is what it means to be human. Our sincere smiles were stolen from us for over a year.
Feeling human again. Imagine that.