Sunshine...

There's a little boy who gets on my bus in the mornings with his Mum. He gets off just up the road and then he waits for the bus to pull off so he can race it, all the while waving to his Mum. When the bus takes off he blows her a kiss and it is without doubt the highlight of my morning.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
Joseph Addison