Sometimes I don't even think about why I do things
Every time I go to Costco I feel like an ant.
Thousands of us descend upon our local big-box store every day, find parking spots, grab shopping carts in orderly fashion. Forage for food, inspect labels, fill carts. As if with a collective consciousness, we pick up on cues, movements, stay in . . .
How a simple 'hi' can brighten your day
A simple hello held the power to brighten my day.
I had picked up a prescription at my local drug store when a small child, maybe 4 years old, peeked out from behind his mother's leg. He smiled at me and said hello. I heard him speaking Mandarin earlier, so I smiled back and said "nǐ hǎo."
He laughed a coy but mischievous laugh, . . .