A Little Ray of Sunshine.

So yesterday was a “gloomy,” cloudy day, the kind I love but everybody else hates. It seems like 95% of people get up and decide to be cranky on stormy days. I don’t understand it, but I don’t buy it, either. I love storms and see no reason why they should affect my mood adversely--how boring would it be if it was sunny and 80 degrees every single day?

So last night I was shopping at Target amid all the gloomy people. I was standing at the checkout, when this little old black lady in a motorized wheelchair pulled up behind me and started putting her items on the conveyer belt. The cashier was busy scanning my stuff, and I was just standing there, waiting patiently.

Then, out of the blue, the unthinkable happened--the little old lady began singing to herself! She had the sweetest little voice, and was just humming away as if there was nobody else around. Don’t ask me why, but it TOTALLY made my day. How many able-bodied people were stomping around yesterday for no reason, and here was this crippled old lady in a wheelchair that found a reason to sing. In the checkout line at Target, no less.

I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and nodded, and kept right on singing. And it totally made my night.