Recently my son, Michael's, college held their annual Class and Charter Day. It was broadcast live, so I logged on to watch. The opening scene was the stage, set up and ready for the festivities. Beautiful instrumental music was playing. I found myself admiring Hamilton's little touches: the water tucked neatly under each chair, the paper for each speaker on their assigned chair, the efficient crisscross way Hamilton orchestrated the attendees to file in so that they filled up their seats quickly.
As Michael walked on stage to receive an award, I was touched by how the Universe had arranged for him to be back on campus from Nepal, in time to participate in this event. Another little touch.
A few months later, I stopped in at Southpark Tire and Auto Center to schedule work on my car. Before leaving, I used their bathroom and couldn't get the hand towel to dispense. I told Jon and Greg, the guys that have serviced my car for years, "I think you're out of paper towels." They both began making waving motions to show me how it worked. At which point I had a flash of how silly we all looked. I smiled and waved too, saying, "It's not recognizing me." Which made us laugh. The little touch, for me, was how familiar we were with each other. Just three adults, dealing with technology. It was a sweet moment.
Little touches are a form of beauty. They might be the precision and grace of little details, the caring gestures by people, moments that reinforce connection and inclusion, and gifts from unseen forces that move us into a right place at a right time to enjoy something fun. For me, little touches are among the biggest, most real and enjoyable moments in life. May you notice and enjoy the many beautiful little touches Life offers you.
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