Day 16

Today I am grateful for the smiling old black lady I ran pass off the street I live on.  She reminded me of my grandma who is still going through rehabilitation from her stroke.  I like old people.  Is “old” PC?  I guess “old” is relative because I can be seen as “old” to a bunch of youngsters.  Using the word “youngsters” I just might be old too.  Anywho, she looked up at me and then back down and then up again.  I made sure I caught her eye and smiled.  Most black people I see rarely smile at each other for whatever reason.  I guess being nice, saying “hi” to a stranger, or just looking happy to be alive may be asking too much or hard to do.  But, as random as this is, I am grateful for the smile I received from the little old lady I passed during my afternoon run.