A City View - Beautiful People (Part Deux)

A City View - Beautiful People (Part Deux)

If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around. —WILL ROGERS

I THINK ABOUT all the beautiful people I have encountered over the past eight weeks. What do I remember about the six-foot-tall beauty on the elevator? That she was carrying a Stanley Korshak bag with three pairs of designer shoes (three!) and never looked up from her BlackBerry. I think she might have been blonde—but other than that, I can’t tell you a thing about her.

On the other hand, I remember fondly the frail little seventysomething woman who dined with us two months ago at The Bridge. She wore a hand-me-down suit and nylons, and I remember that she smelled like rose water. I remember that she was drop-dead gorgeous as she bowed her head to pray. And that later she winked at me when she thanked me sweetly for pouring her another glass of water—all with the voice of an angel and the grace of Jackie O.

When you think of the beautiful people you’ve encountered over the past few weeks, what do you remember? And what do you think others remember about you? Do they experience beauty in your presence?

This past Sunday, as I reached for a gentleman’s glass, I asked him, “How are you today?” It was 26 degrees outside, he wore a thin coat, and his worldly belongings sat in a grocery bag at his feet, but he answered me with a smile the size of Texas and the enthusiasm of a cheerleader, “Ma’am, I’m blessed!”

May others be blessed by the beauty that resonates from your grace and gratitude. And may God bless us all with truly beautiful people to keep us humble.

God blesses those whose hearts are pure, for they will see God. (Matthew 5:8)

I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll head on down to the shelter for my beauty tips.