Sometimes the nicest thing we can do for someone, is smile at them. Everyone underestimates the value of a smile.
I know, when I'm having an honest to goodness crappy day, where I just wish that the ground would open up and swallow me in, and I walk past a random stranger...and they smile at me; they don't even have a clue as to who in kingdom-come I am, and yet, they smile at me, and invariably, I smile back - because that's the thing about a smile, it's infectious - much like laughter (or the plague: except I don't think a smile could kill you, unless there's a psycho-serial-killer who's smiling at you - in which case, I suggest you run - though how do you tell if someone's out to slit your throat by just a smile? Food for thought). Ok, but burying aside (check my pun!) morbid thoughts, really, a smile (if it's from someone completely mentally stable i.e they don't continuously plot and scheme and then execute twisted methods of inflicting pain [and other] on others), is a charity.
It really is. For some reason a smile makes people feel comfortable (notice: a smile, NOT a leer or sneer), comfortable and warm and 'fuzzy' inside. It's the handshake before the handshake, or the hug without the body contact.
That harassed sales-lady at the till; the teller at the bank; the exhausted waitress at your favourite spot; the sour-looking nurse at the hospital; the lecturer who makes hell seem like a piece of heaven - smile at them. And see what a difference it makes: sometimes, all someone needs is for somebody to be nice to them.
Don't believe me? Next time someone smiles at you, stop for a minute and wonder to yourself, 'what's that little floating bubble inside of me?' and you might just find, that like with me, a smile is a pocket of happiness.
Try it though, smile at everyone you see - and I guarantee you, you're bound to make someone's day.
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