I've heard people say, "that makes my heart happy," or maybe, "you make my heart smile." In fact, I'm sure that many of my friends use that phrase often. I got to thinking about it the other day... It doesn't even make sense! It's obviously just another example of hyperbole. Then, I went to an area senior center, a new one in fact.
I showed up to talk about the many services that the library can offer the patrons there. I always love doing these things. The coordinator introduced me, and it was all an adventure from that point on.
Coordinator: "We have a special guest today. This young man is from the library and is going to talk about some great services and programs that might be of interest to you all."
Two ladies are walking toward me.
1: "And not a bad looking young man either, hmm?"
2: "Mmm hmmm."
Besides the fact that I may have been sexually harassed, it was incredibly fun. Those ladies (and 1 gentleman) kept me on my toes. They asked great questions, and I think I may have made some new friends! :-P
After most people left, there was a couple sitting at a table. We started talking, and soon I found out they were Greek. They talked about the old country (seriously, the actual old country) and Dale Carnegie while I listened in awe. Before I knew it, we were talking about the origins of our surnames and how our ancestors arrived in America. This ornery Greek couple and I talked for quite a while, and it was exhilarating.
The time came when we all had to leave and go our separate ways, but as I was walking out of the center, I had an overwhelming feeling of warmth and happiness. I thought on it, and that's when I figured it out: they made my heart smile. I was so happy that a smile on my face couldn't have even begun to display my feelings.
Another reason why I do what I do and love it.
