I don’t have perfect teeth. My cheeks are always really red. My eyes get really squinty when I smile. But I love to smile. I love to smile because I’ve been blessed. How privileged am I for being able to have a caring family, a house to live in, my health, the ability to go to school and get an education? Whether it’s raining or snowing, whether work is tough or I can’ sleep, I know that life is good. Simply being able to have a bed to roll out of, a mother to hug, a grandparent to have lunch with-those are the things that really matter. I’ve learned that a smile is the best way to show someone you care about them. Whether it’s a stranger passing by on the street, a friend who just needs you to listen, or an aunt or uncle telling a funny story; smiling is showing that you care. If I could get paid for smiling I think I’d be set. I would travel from place to place and try and give people a minute or a second’s distraction from whatever is bothering them: sometimes a second is all you need. Working with children I know there is nothing better than a child’s smile because it is pure, and sincere. My grandmother had seven children, seventeen grandchildren, and sixteen more great-grandchildren. When she smiled, you were the only person in the room with her. I would hope to be someone’s happiness like she was.