Honey Man

Yesterday we went up north a ways to meet up with some of my family and have breakfast. While we waited for them to arrive at the restaurant we noticed a man in another parking lot selling honey. Being curious we decided to go and chat with him. He was so pleasant and obviously in love with what he did, it wasn’t long before we were pulling out the wallet for some treats to give to my sister.

Walking away from him I couldn’t help but just feel good having shook the man’s hand and his sharing a huge smile with us. I don’t know his name or anything about him other than he loves the honey he was selling and there was something special about him. Inwardly I want to be that kind of person and even more so. I want to leave an impression on anyone I meet. I don’t want them to remember me for my clothes or my hair or even the way I look, for all of those are outward appearances only. I want to be remembered for my heart and a kind loving smile. There needs to be more people like the honey man in the world.