A Simple Gesture

 

  I would be lying if I said I hadn't been struggling lately. I finally got used to being home once again, to having my wonderful bedroom, checking in with parents, living with a sibling. Then as in a movie, about half way through things started looking pretty good. All my friends home from college spending time with my "chosen loved ones" so to speak, although getting along with my family, all good things, before "plot point three" occurs. A series of unfortunate events where everything seems to go downhill. The friends went back, I got a job at a Panera, and a week of harsh cold weather swept in like Elsa had cursed Ohio as well as Arendelle.
   While working in a commercial cafe isn't exactly a dream job there is a point in one's life where they need to accept things for what they are, and thankfully working there isn't the worst either. For one thing I love talking to people, and now thats something I get to do nearly all day everyday. For a second there are those little moments, those little gestures that happen. The ones that bring a smile to your face, and give you the moment to carry out the rest of the day with a skip in your step. For example, at work the other day while helping some older customers I found out that they were deaf. I finished gathering their used plates and then one of the men turned to me and thanked in sign language. This simple gesture made me smile not only from my lips but all the way down to the depths of my heart, an act that made me nearly excited to go to work the following day. I've said it once, and I'll surely say it again, but its really all these little things, a smile, a gesture, a thank you. Those are the things that keep this planet spinning and should be revered. Maybe in a perfect world we would all be perfect being and not need the outside world, but at least I do, and I'm sure some of you do as well. Its a sweet thing to remember from time to time. Just a simple gesture.