The power of a smile.

Sitting in a coffee shop, my laptop in front of me, my mug empty, I am still stumped. It's been almost an hour. 3times I have tried, tried to write about what I saw, what I felt, what I learnt. Never in a million years did I think it would be so hard. There is so much I want to share, so much I want to tell. How though. How can I explain to others how I felt, how I changed. So emerged in my thoughts, I didn't even notice when he sat down. "I brought you another latte if that's okay." "Thank you so much." It wasn't until after he went back to work that I noticed the drinks foam, he had made a happy face. What a sweet gesture I thought. 30minutes later, as his shift was finishing, he came over and talked to me. "I am curious, what the heck have you been concentrating on for 2hours!" Smiling, I told him about my struggles to write my newspaper article. I told him about my trip, how it changed my life. Interestingly enough, he had also done a service project to Kenya. Last year, he went with his three best friends and they went to the exact same slums as I did and helped a family move out of the slums into a proper house and they helped 6 youth get a college education. What an amazing story. It was really cool having someone here at home who had shared something as important to me as Kibera Slums. After a while one of his co-workers came over and said, "If we knew you were going to stay two hours after your shift, we would have kept you working!" Two hours! Thanks to his help,I finished my newpaper article, talking about his experience and my own. It's amazing the kind of people you can meet when you take a chance. Thanks for making my day Liam.