One little bit.
Yesterday, I went for a walk to the place where the locals play "pétanque," a Provence game of balls.
It was the first time since I left the hospital that I went outside, and the weather has been flawlessly, usually warm.
I was in a terrible mood of self-pity and frustration. Not my best look. I wasn't aiming at gold stars.
One of the players, I recognize many of the locals, though I am an invisible woman, that is another story soon to come, smiled and waved to me.
That little bit of kindness melted me.
My tears welled up. That greeting overwhelmed me, giving me a pat on the back that I needed.
Did he know that? Nope, he was being kind.
How often do we miss the opportunity for kindness? How often do I stumble in myself that I forget others?
A wave can change the world.
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