How do you do? by Inga M Beck
Please join me. Sit. Enjoy your day.
I am glad you have come this way.
I hope you know what it means to me: your simple presence, your mere existence.
Who am I? I am an unknown face, a forgotten soul, a single grain in a beautiful field, a drop of rain, a ray of sunshine… I get lost in the masses, but I am always there.
Do not forget: your beautiful smile can be that curvy pink line between life and death.
There is no medicine stronger and more powerful for the heart than an unexpected kindness.
A smile on the road or a ‘How do you do?’ on a park bench can turn a dark winter to sunny spring.
This power rests on your lips.
This is my smile to you.