Today, I was working in the dining services. The two old American women(workers at the dinning services) were very happy at seeing a very ugly African janitor man (as ugly as Sams, Furray and Troussay) who always hold a smile with his spiritual compassion towards everybody.
I explored my curious mind why these people should be so happy. They were working at the minimal salary and the hardest jobs for their old ages; apparently in comparison with us, lost all the youthfulness and great chances and great aspirations in life, still they could freely enjoy the sense of happiness. I don't think his Excellency, George W Bush couldn't have been happier for "the very moment" these three old men in the poorest strata met together.
My question is why these old poor man and women can be so happy among the restraints and mourns of life. I believe it is the love that determines this moment. One of the greatest moments for your life can be that you begin to know that you love somebody and you are convinced that you are being loved.
Looking for happiness that is to be loved,