Friday, April 17, 2015

I never meet a stranger. I want to be everyone's friend. Today, the woman who cleaned our room, was another person I wanted to be friends with. Her mother is Russian, she was born in Mexico & spent the first 25 years of her life in Italy. Now here she is in St. Louis. What a sweetheart she is too! Never forget that everyone has a story. Each person that you pass on a daily basis. The annoying person in the grocery store. The server in the restaurant. The African American homeless man, with his shopping cart full of bags & the white cop that I just saw high fiving & laughing on the street corner...All have stories. Their life matters. Treat them like that do. You never know how, even a glance, a smile or a few kind words can leave an impression on their heart....Or yours.

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