She breezed by my table at Starbucks. “Happy Holidays” she said as she handed me something. She moved quickly toward the door, and I started stammering. It was a Starbucks card.

Inside was a little card that said, “To: Beautiful Smile, From: Happy Holidays.”

“What’s your name?” I asked just before the door closed. “Lola,” she said, disappearing into the parking lot.

I had never seen her before. As she came into Starbucks I greeted her, and we talked a little about the weather. She was as sunny as the weather. What a blessing.

I hope our paths cross again. She’s the sort of person that makes this world bright.