Today, as a customer walked purposefully through the running store towards the shoe wall, I acknowledged him with a simple, “Good afternoon.”
He said, “How are you today?”
“Good, how are you?”
“Today is the best day of my life!”
“Why? Are you getting married or what?”
He laughed. “People often ask me if I’ve just won the lottery when I say that. No, it’s just that every day can be the best day of my life.”
In a flash, I felt happier. I had been struggling in “survival mode” ever since being wakened by my alarm at 6:30. My alarm had cut cruelly into a deep, drug-induced sleep. I took sleeping pills last night but for many hours they failed to beat down the mental anguish and physical restlessness of chronic insomnia.
Yes, I suddenly had new hope and cheerfulness. A stranger’s words had made me remember, again, how important attitude is, and how the gift of life is every day to be welcomed.