I was driving home from the kids school yesterday, and a few blocks from the house I saw a man jogging. Nothing was unusual about him, and I don't know him. Still, I watched him as I drove. He was in shorts, even though it's fall and a little chilly out. I assume he was focused on the music in his head playing through the earphones in his ears. I admired him for still jogging and taking care of himself. Admiring his drive. So many people wait until spring to lose the winter weight, but there he was avoiding gaining it. I thought about turning the car around just to high five him. A high five that just says Way to go! Wouldn't it be nice to have a complete stranger notice something you're putting your time and effort into. The recognition would be nice, wouldn't it?
Of course I didn't, I was afraid of freaking him out. I wish I had though.
I started imagining, what if every person wore a different color paint on the palms of their hands and fingers, imagine possibly a paint that never dries but is always there. What if you simply high fived one person. You affected them in a positive way. Your color is left on them and theirs on you. You could look at your hands at the end of the day, see the affect you have on the people around you, and see the good you do. The more high fives you give the more colors you get and give.
What if every person could simply high five one other person a day, to have that as a goal.
Just to do one thing positive for someone else.
At the end of the day, how do your hands look?
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