I haven't written much recently, since the events of April 13th are still sort of burned into my head. I'm a lot better now than I was then, but there are still days when it creeps up on me without any sort of notice.
On one hand, I feel like an idiot--I didn't know the guy, I didn't witness the accident, so I'm kind of baffled that it still has a hold on me and my daily life.
On the other hand, that's not the kind of thing you see ever day, and not the kind of thing that you can just shrug and forget about.
Either way, that's been part of the cause behind why I haven't written all that much. I'm also up to my ears in dealing with classes--for all that most of the work in the English class was supposed to be *in* class, that hasn't turned out to be the case.
Today, though, I felt compelled to write, because in remembering what a friend of mine wrote not long ago, I had a good experience at lunch today.
When I walked into the Subway, the guy behind the counter looked like I feel at my job--bored, tired, ready to go home, not really caring about what was going on in front of him. I smiled at him anyway, and I think it startled him a bit, but he smiled back. I kept on all throughout the time when he was fixing my sandwich, and when he passed me off to the cashier, he wished me a good day and went on to help the next customer--all with a smile on his face.
As for me, I walked out feeling a lot better than I felt when I walked in.
Now if I could just *keep* that smile going, I'd be in business.
Posted by Liz at May 2, 2005 03:21 PM