I walk through those wooden doors every week knowing the story front and back. Too much work.
Too little time. I know I can get it done... eventually. But by that time, fatigue will take
over and I'll be asleep in the chair. I know I'll force a smile from somewhere within when
greeting the clients. And I know everything will change as soon as I see you. I'll admit it. I
hated you at first. You were the new guy. You understood absolutely nothing and constantly
interfered with my methods of working. But then you watched, you learned, and you succeeded...
in winning me over. Sometimes you help a child looking for something good to buy. Sometimes you
run through the stock list. Other times you ring out a long line of customers. But, no matter
who you're helping or what you're doing, you always look up and smile. And that smile makes
me believe... makes me believe that everything is possible. The workload is only another
mountain that I can overcome just by knowing that you are right there smiling. We've never said
a single word. We just smile. And I wouldn't change a single thing about that.