Someone paid me the nicest compliment early this morning and literally made my day.
The unexpected bouquet of fragrant words was sent me by a perfect stranger…Don.
After the slew of emails we recently exchanged, I can’t really call him a stranger. I can, however, call him perfect…a perfect host.
Our family has decided to spend some time in The Big Apple this summer.
Rather than pay exorbitant hotel prices, we’re renting Don’s vacation hideaway. The decision to do so was not lightly made. But then again I never, ever do anything…lightly.
I researched all the angles as though my life depended upon it, or at the very least, as though I were aiming for an A+ on a college term paper.
For every answer Don gave me, I had at least 3 more questions. We were burning up the internet, with me splitting hairs over every minute detail.
Don was either desperate for my business or Heaven help him…he actually liked me! And that’s when he let slip those priceless words.
“You remind me of my mother, and that’s not a bad thing.”
I adopted the man on the spot! Well…not until he admitted that he was younger than me…49 to my soon-to-be 64.
The moral of the story? Be yourself. Someone might just like you that way. And if not? It’s got nothing to do with you. It’s their perception that’s skewed. You’re fine…just the way you are.
…i know i am…my husband and daughter told me so…but even if they didn’t…
…i’m just fine…