The little things are what matter most.
I was walking out to the parking lot from my sister’s volleyball game and there were 4 elderly people walking behind me. I opened up the door and looked back. Even though I was in a hurry, I stopped and waited for them to pass through. When they looked at me their face lit up, like they hadn’t had someone do that for them in a long time. They all turned to me, with the little breathe that they had left they murmured the words “Thank You.” It’s hard to explain the feeling that it gave me. It’s a wonderful sensation, almost like butterflies in your stomach. Not the nervous kind, the delightful kind. I was proud to say “You’re Welcome” in return for a few seconds that made many peoples’ day.