I was in a lousy mood by the time I arrived at a fast food place for dinner late Sunday. I hadn’t finished with clients until around 9:30 p.m. and I was annoyed by several things that had happened earlier.
Nothing much had gone right for me Sunday. I considered it a bad day.
I had been seated alone for a few minutes when I heard an excited high-pitched voice call my name.
“David!” called out 11-year-old Sophie, who ran over to my table to hug me. “I didn’t know you would be here!”
She was genuinely excited. It turned out that her mother had some business to take care of and she brought Sophie — and younger brother, Noah — for the trip.
Sophie ran back to the table where she had left her purse and a book. She told her 6-year-old brother, who came running.
“Mr. David!” called out Noah.
He jumped into the seat where I was sitting and wrapped his arms around me. He was very happy and didn’t want to let go.
I know the children’s parents and I sold the family a house a few years ago. I still see them occasionally — and the kids always know I’m eager to see them and give them attention. I bring them small treats from time to time when I know we’re going to be in the same place.
I always talk to Sophie about what she’s been reading. Noah always wants to play. His little battery never seems to run down. He’s a rambunctious 6-year-old who never wants me to stop with whatever ridiculous games we come up with to play.
Tonight, Sophie wanted to talk about Persephone, from Greek mythology. She had just run into a reference that said Persephone had been a princess — and this new information seemed fascinating to her.
Their mother briefly stopped by to make sure they weren’t bothering me.
“Noah is hurting me,” I jokingly told her of the child in my arms.
“I can tell,” she said with a big smile as she moved back to her business.
I probably spent half an hour with Sophie and Noah. Then I had to leave since I still had things to get done. Both of the kids gave me hugs as I left.
As I walked toward my car, I realized how different I felt than when I had walked in less than an hour before.
My facial muscles were a little sore from smiling so much. My heart felt fuller. My steps seemed lighter. I felt happier.
The things that had happened earlier in the day — the things that annoyed me — didn’t change. I was still frustrated about them.
But I felt entirely different now.
It wasn’t a bad day. It was a really good day.
Because Sophie and Noah were happy to see me. Their attention and affection had turned my gloom into serenity.

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