Reconnecting Lollypop Moments
This short video was just recently sent to me by a friend of mine, and I just love it. I hope you can take a few minutes to watch it.
I've noticed that our lives can be changed by the smallest of things. Just think... if this guy hadn't shown up with the lollipops... What might have happened? What if he had just handed the lollipop to the girl rather than including the innocent bystander (her future husband)? What if the girl's parents had acted differently, or if the crowd hadn't laughed? I believe that everything happens for a reason. Even the fact that you are reading this right now is no coincidence. Drew was just being himself by passing out the lollipops, and we are just being ourselves every day when we are out and about in the world, making a difference in the lives of those we come in contact with.
The lollipop story is great all by itself. Just like I tell my kids stories of when I met their dad, this story is its own memoir. The goodness of the story is magnified however, when in gratitude, it is shared. There is great power in reconnecting lollipop moments. This girl could have gone her entire life without sharing her story with Drew, but look at the positive impact it has had on his life and the lives of everyone who has heard his message. When we take the time to reconnect with those who have touched our lives, we keep that goodness alive. We inspire each other with the belief that what we do and who we are matters. It makes us want to be our best. It makes the world a better place.
This whole concept is what Noticing others is all about. Taking the time to tell the people in our lives that we have Noticed them. That simply being themselves has impacted who we are, and has made the world a better place. Taking the time to reconnect by sharing how grateful we are that they are a part of our lives.
When we know that we are Noticed, and are regularly reminded of that, we smile more, we are more intentional, and we make our world an even better place. It's as simple as that.
