Two weeks ago I was returning home after twelve days in Scotland . My first stop in the U.S.
was Philadelphia . So tiring and tedious, one curling line after
another. The good part was, all of the
people who directed me through these lines, examined my passport, and patted me
down, all were friendly and polite. My favorite was the guy who looked at my
passport, looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Somebody’s having a birthday soon;
Happy Birthday!” I’ve thought of these
people more than once, especially the Happy-Birthday-guy. Human kindness does make a difference. Today’s my birthday. Wish I could thank that nice guy in Philadelphia .
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