The Therapeutic Value of a Smile

leon2editMy Featured Blogger this week is Leon Aldridge of A Story Worth Telling. Over the years, Leon has been an editor, publisher, photographer, teacher, journalist and newspaper owner. The connecting fiber is in his blog site’s title: Story (I can relate). Like a front-porch philosopher or a latter-day Will Rogers, Leon always has a story to tell, a friendly package wrapped around a bit of worthwhile wisdom. Read on and you’ll see!

A Story Worth Telling

“You don’t realize how much you miss human interaction until it is removed from your life.”

—Alessandra Torre, American novelist.

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Sunday morning sermons touch our hearts in unique ways. Some in a manner that the minister delivering the message probably would never guess.

“The little lady walked into the post office and stood in the long line of customers patiently waiting to purchase stamps at the window,” Tim Perkins began his message last Sunday at the Center Church of Christ. He continued the story by relating how the postal clerk who watched the elderly patron repeat this behavior over time decided to offer some helpful advice. “You do know you can purchase your stamps at the machine in the lobby and not have to stand in line, don’t you?”

“Yes,” the lady replied…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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10 Responses to The Therapeutic Value of a Smile

  1. Thank you for offering up this story which reminds me of the friendlier and kinder times I’ve grown up in, accustomed to, and not ready to let go of. Unfortunately, too many have fallen into Big Tech’s trap of “convenience,” and traded in personal connection for something much less meaningful. Warmest wishes to you —

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  2. True, a smile is priceless! And we’ve all been deficient lately! 💔 I was so happy to find clear plastic face shields to wear when “face coverings” were required. Even if I looked like a welder, and I often forgot it was on as I attempted to take a sip of coffee, and when it was raining I wished I had windshield wipers for it, I knew that people could see me smiling, and they’d smile back – I think. 😏

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  3. revruss1220 says:

    What a great story, told by a(nother) great storyteller. Thanks for introducing us. It reminds me of a guy I worked for in the advertising business, ‘way back in the early 90s. He refused to allow us to get one of those new-fangled fax machines for a long time. He said he didn’t ever want us to get out of the habit of talking to clients face to face, even if there was a more efficient way to communicate.

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  4. rwfrohlich says:

    So true! I’d much rather go to a small local business where I can look someone in the eye and smile. Our tiny local post office is a delight, I’m almost tempted to buy my stamps one at a time.

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  5. Thanks for sharing a new blogger (to me), Mitch. I love a good story. And a good story with a great point is even better!

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  6. gregoryjoel says:

    I love it Mitch. Thanks for introducing me to a fellow Texan and front porch storyteller. It reminds me how much I love home. I’ve gone out of my way to have human interaction. Everyone makes fun of me – “You can order online, you know”. Yes I can but I don’t want to…

    I must say that a smile goes a long way to building customer loyalty but it’s getting harder to find these days. “No problem”, the now common response to everyone has replaced “thank you”. That part of personal contact I’m not real wild about…

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