i love meeting people who have been through enough to know that life's too short to keep kindness to yourself. Today i was told by a sweet elderly lady (to whom i was a total stranger) that i had the eyes of a child. then she told a nurse how pretty she thought her eyelashes were. she said she had been looking at people's eyes since she was diagnosed with glaucoma. she just started noticing people's eyes and was fascinated by them. obviously, she was also of the opinion that people should hear kind words. 

some people withdraw when life hits them, others love it more every time.

i want to be the second kind when i grow up.