Do you know the song that goes, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart...” You might remember singing it as a kid. Well, I met the guy that song was written about recently.
I kid, but no joke—I met a guy at the gas station the other night who had the joy, y’all. It was 8:10pm on a Monday night, and he was working as the gas station attendant at Costco.
Do you know those people that you want to stop and say, “Can you please tell me why you’re so happy? I know there has to be a great story behind that smile.”
I wish I could say we talked extensively, and he told me a life-altering story about contentment and joy. He didn’t, but he did something to my heart with the way he showed up to his gas station attendant job in a powerful way.
That song immediately popped into my mind as I got back into my car, and I hummed the whole way home. It’s contagious. I made it a point the following day to just purposefully smile more. I’m sure I looked like a grinning idiot, but who cares!
If I could make one person think, “That person is happy to be alive, and I am too,” then mission accomplished. Especially since I’m naturally serious and introspective, I appreciate the wonderful reminder...I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.