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The Opportunity to be Here

Story ID:8959
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:2013
Person:people
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There are two types of people in this world: happy and unhappy.

The happy people are full of love, laughter and good vibes. Iím a happy person. I search
for other happy people. I feed off them. Through them I see more good in the world than I do bad. Our happiness combines to make us even happier.

Happy people are easy to find. You hear their laughter before you see them. Theyíre the
people who smile brightly at the sight of children laughing and screaming with pleasure in a
playground. They love to watch videos of puppies, kittens and other baby animals. Happy people
walk into a room and make you smile. They tell stories about people helping others, which they
often do themselves. Like a secret pleasure, just for them to remember and smile, they tell no
one. They keep their good deeds to themselves, however, the one who counts knows of their
generosity.

Happy people have big hearts. Itís why they feel more of the good things. These big
hearts also feel the pain of others. A big heart points in the direction of good and grows. Like
a compass points to true north, our hearts point toward true good. Thatís the direction weíll
take in life.

The unhappy people: gripers, moaners, groaners and complainers. They were the bullies
on the playground. They never seem to be happy. Iíve known too many people like this. They
drag me down to their level. I canít raise them to mine. They wear dark glasses to keep the light
of life from reaching their hearts. I can take them for a while but soon move on in search of
happy.

Unhappy people find other unhappy people Ė misery loves company. They gather
in pairs or groups. Like a rocks tossed into water they sink to the bottom of despair. I donít
think they feel good around each other, just glad they are not alone in their world of gloom.
They donít understand happy.

I write happy stories: stories to make you think, laugh, ponder or cry good tears.
Itís these stories that have opened opportunities for me: published stories, friends in the
publishing and film, other writers of inspiration and of course Öyou my readers.

You are happy people replenishing your cup of happiness with my words. I love
you and thank you for the opportunity to be here for you.

Michael T. Smith

PS As I wrote this I was listening to music. How fitting this song came on half way through
writing this story. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yv-Fk1PwVeU