“So glad I got to meet you.” Who says that to a stranger they’re not likely to interact with again? Apparently the lady that came to my desk yesterday does. Since leaving the lion’s den I haven’t had much interaction with customers of any kind. The ones I used to have, could walk in with any emotion you can think of, but always cranked up to full blast. Sometimes you’d get nice ones or calm ones… but not often. And it’s usually the nasty cranked up people that inspire memory. This woman wasn’t someone that would make an impression on you if you saw her on the street. However, when she spoke she had a quiet kindness that drew you in. You just knew that no matter how meager or grand her home is it would have an inviting feeling about it. Like the pictures of kids at grandma’s on Christmas… I was struck by the realization that this unimpressive looking woman probably has quite an impressive heart.
I have an appearance that makes some small impression (hard not to with purple/red spikey hair). I don’t care that people remember my looks. I don’t care if I get noticed (psych peeps are shaking their heads, rolling their eyes and saying…. hhmmmm, tell me about your mother) I care if I make a difference. I care if the kindness I show or the help I give leaves an impression. I care if someone, someday, writes a blog about me that is positive and not negative. …so glad to meet you… I think the pleasure was mine.
