The employee at my favorite morning coffee haunt said it happens all the time.

It must be so, because no sooner did that man drop the large cup filled to the brim with ice cubes, than she appeared like magic, ready with her broom and industrial-size dust pan to sweep them up. He looked a bit embarrassed, so I smiled and looked at him and said, teasingly, “Well, when it happens on a Monday morning, you know how the rest of your week is going to go.”

He smiled resignedly, then replied, “Actually, my Monday morning started out great. I just found out that my cancer is gone.”Wow. What a great thing to start MY week, even if it came from a total stranger, because when you hear someone speak of cancer, there’s that confluence of feelings: a bit of empathy because we’re both human beings, mixed

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