9 HUGS, 5 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 2 neighborhood friends)
I spent all day today working as a mystery shopper again. It’s so tough because inevitably after 17 stores there will always be someone (or two, or three) that I want to hug. I just can’t. I need to stay as impartial as possible so that I don’t skew the results of my shop.
Some people just know how to go out of their way to make others feel important. Sure sometimes it’s their job, but you can usually tell those that are doing it out of obligation as opposed to those who intend to create a connection with you. I once went through a McDonald’s drive through and was so overtaken by the joy radiating from the cashier that I drove away laughing. (Has that ever happened to you? I felt so much joy a smile wasn’t enough. I actually needed to laugh! Awesome feeling.) Even during difficult times I have been made to feel important. My neurologist called me at 7:00am the day after I was diagnosed with MS to make sure I was doing ok before heading to the hospital for my initial dose of steroids. I can’t begin to tell you what that meant to me.
I find myself wishing I could shout from the rooftops how incredible these people are. I want to draw attention to them so that others can find themselves graced by their presence. At the same time, I want to make others feel as important as they have made me feel. I suppose my hug journey is my way of saying thank you to them for the influence they have had on me.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.