THE WOMAN WITH THE SPARKLE IN HER EYES
24 July 2007
She stands outside the Metro Troon every morning selling the magazine The Tower. Every morning regardless the weather. A colleague of mine told me that this old woman stood at exactly the same spot already 4 years ago-that was when my colleague left Brussels. And the woman still stands there, selling her copies.
The striking thing with her is not her work ethic or punctuality. It is the amazing sparkle in her eyes, the genuine smile on her lips and the happiness in her eyes. The entire woman seems to be so naturally genuine so that everyone else on the street seems being bland and in an eternal rush forwards, towards something they don't even know. Because they don't know what they want.
This lady has obviously found what she was looking for. Bless her.
24 July 2007
She stands outside the Metro Troon every morning selling the magazine The Tower. Every morning regardless the weather. A colleague of mine told me that this old woman stood at exactly the same spot already 4 years ago-that was when my colleague left Brussels. And the woman still stands there, selling her copies.
The striking thing with her is not her work ethic or punctuality. It is the amazing sparkle in her eyes, the genuine smile on her lips and the happiness in her eyes. The entire woman seems to be so naturally genuine so that everyone else on the street seems being bland and in an eternal rush forwards, towards something they don't even know. Because they don't know what they want.
This lady has obviously found what she was looking for. Bless her.
posted by Cat @ Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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