Make someone happy
Make just one someone happy
And you will be happy too
In the mornings, as we drive to work, we often see a herd of little Russian grandmas waiting for a bus. These little old ladies appear as if they’ve come straight from the Motherland, wearing their scarves and carrying their handbags. Today, Kevin made eye contact with one of them and waved to her. It was so cute because her eyes lit up and an enormous smile spread across her wrinkled face at this recognition. She tried to raise her feeble hand and wave back but her handbag was too heavy. I told Kevin that he probably made her day and now she’s gonna get on the bus and tell all her babushka friends about how this handsome American is so sweet and wonderful and nice.
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