A curve not a line

To the lady we passed on the street today, thank you.

You smiled at her and then you smiled at me. I didn’t know who you were but it made me warm inside. She was the trigger but it didn’t matter. I reaped the rewards too.

When your eyes met hers, the straight line across your face softened and formed a half moon. It was beautiful. I shone mine back at you immediately. Your curves were infectious but in a good way. Straight to curved is all it took.

I’m used to seeing a straight line. They are dangerous and feed negativity. Clearly you were not one to buy into that though. If you were you wouldn’t have worn a curve like you did. Your line would have remained straight, as would have the lines worn by many others that passed you. But that wasn’t you. You wanted to soften the line. It was refreshing and uplifting to witness.

You didn’t need to know anything about me or my child or the sort of day we had had. You offered your curve without hesitation. That’s how it should be.

When I received your curvature, know that it was well received. I respected you instantly. For a moment the world was a pleasant place. I forgot about the terror, the bullying, the hate that is always intercepting the good and I didn’t worry about the future for my child which often plagues my mind.

You reminded me that kindness and happiness does still exist. In that moment I felt excited for my child’s future and was rested assured that humanity is still present. Thank you.

Always remember to try and show a curve not a line. Smile always.