A coffee and a smile
A brief history that allows us to understand that happiness is not a season of arrival, but a way of traveling ... ... I am the mother of three children of 14, 12 and 3 years old, and I recently finished my university career. The last class I took was Sociology. The teacher was very inspired with the qualities that I wanted to see, with which every human being had been graced. His latest project was titled "SMILE". He asked the class to come out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say "hello," so I thought this would be "a piece of cake," literally. As soon as the project was assigned to us, my husband, my young son and I went to McDonald "s a cold March morning, it was the way to share a game time with our son. We were trained waiting to be taken care of, when suddenly everyone was back, even my husband. I didn't move an inch and an overwhelming feeling of pan...