Mr. Blue Eyes
Recently when I put gas into my car, I noticed a scruffy man put a few dollars worth of gas in his dilapidated vehicle. He glanced at me and I noticed his most incredibly blue eyes. They were soft and gently and yet troubled. We nodded at each other and I said, "Excuse me ... you have beautiful blue eyes." He looked away. I finished putting gas in my car and as I closed the gas door, I felt a presence, then a tap on my shoulder. It was the man with the blue eyes. He said, "Why did you say that to me?"
"Because you have beautiful eyes," I told him.
He said, "No one ever told me that."
"That's too bad."
It wasn't long after when I was at a local store that a man approached me. He was rather bubbly and filled with smiles. "Hi, again," he said. My expression gave away my confusion. "It's me!" he said through a huge smile. His blue eyes gave him away. It was the man from the gas station. "I got a job! It's not a great job, but I'm working!" he announced. He continued to tell me that after our encounter this morning he decided he look for a job. At the first place he went he spoke to a manager who told him to go home and get cleaned up and to come back and see him. He did and the manager hired on the spot.
Mr. Blue Eyes said, "You did that. You helped me get a job." I explained I didn't do anything special ... I just told the truth. He told me I gave him the confidence he needed to go out and get a job. He thanked me. I thanked him.
We just smiled.
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