This I Believe: The Power of a Smile

March 5, 2009

When I was younger, I was shy and my self-esteem was a little low. I'm told I usually walked around looking miserable, as if I was tasting something sour. I moved as if I were alone in this world. I remember I always had pressure on my face and and the weight of the world on my shoulders. I barely smiled. Smiling seemed like the hardest thing to do. People would greet me with a smile and a word. I would respond with a word, but probably not a smile. My not smiling wasn't a problem for my friends, because they knew that was my way of being.