I do check in at meal time at a local homeless shelter. Many of the residents show up with hopelessness and despair on their faces and I work HARD to make eye contact and get a smile. But not Maurice. He ran in with a smile, today was his birthday, and he knew that meant an extra cookie. He was excited to tell me his room number and the prize that waited at the end of the line. Humbled by his joy I knelt down, looked into his beautiful brown eyes, and told him what a gift he was to this world and to always pursue his dreams.
What I should have done was thanked him. For on the first day of my journey to find the one I realized that the one was me and the giver was Maurice. He gave me the gift of joy.
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