Happiness. It's relative.
A conversation this morning with one of the homeless women I talked to last week who remembered working with me forty years ago in an anti-poverty agency.
“How are you?”
“How are you?”
“What are you doing today?”
“What are you doing today?”
“I came back because I forgot to give out the gift cards I brought as thank-yous for you and the other women in the group the other night.”
“Oh.”
“It works like money. Just take it to Walgreen’s and buy something. It’s for $10. You could buy something for $10.”
“I can’t take this.”
“Why? It’s a present from me. It’s a thank you for being in the focus group.”
“No. Can you hire me? Let me tell you the things I can do.”
“I don’t have any jobs. I’m sorry.”
“Are you still doing great work? I remember the work you did.”
“I work. I hope it’s great sometimes but I don’t know.”
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