In Praise of Small Talk
John C. Welch

In the dark pits of depression, not long ago, I was once moved to tears because a cashier looked at me — looked me in the eye— smiled, and said “hope you have a great day” while giving me my change.

I’m sure he had no idea, but it felt like a gift to me in my darkness.

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