I love people who laugh at their own jokes. The harder they laugh, the better. Why shouldn’t we take enjoyment from our own creativity? Why create anything if it doesn’t bring us pleasure?
I love people who sing loudly and badly in church. Why? Because they are more concerned with giving praise than they are with what you think of them.
I love those people who take to the dance floor alone. They don’t wait for someone to hand them an opportunity, they go out and seize it.
I love people who stop a total stranger to tell her they adore her shoes. Our clothes are one of the ways we express ourselves. How nice when someone notices!
I love it when poets stand on a street corner and recite their verse. They have learned that we don’t need adoring crowds, we just need one person to listen.
I love it when someone says, “I don’t mean to brag,” and then they do. We work hard. Why shouldn’t we be proud of our accomplishments!
I love it when little kids ask, “Are you rich?” or “Are you famous?” or “How old are you?” They keep us humble.
I love those students who always have their hands up in class. They have learned that everything in life is more interesting if we get involved.
I love those people who say, “That’s nice, but I could do it better.” Go ahead then, show me. You either will, and I’ll be glad for it, or you won’t, and I’ll have lost nothing.
Some days I even love people who drive the speed limit. They remind us that there’s plenty of time to get where we are going.
