Apart from all the fine choice of words and the well scripted wit of a storyteller, all I really have of sincerity is the smile I have for a passing stranger of the lower ranks of people I encounter day to day. Real people. It’s only an attempt at genuine kindness for the one that I see who may be hurting as much as I am or even worse, that alone probably keeps me sometimes from swinging from an old rope in some dark basement all alone; defeated by the world. Someone somewhere might just need the friendliness of one of those smiles to keep from doing the to themselves, what I would sadly but almost assuredly do to myself if it weren’t for those smiles… and for me that’s enough…. it’s has to be…50/50
