Happiness is in the little things

Today walking up the narrow sidewalk to Videgal, sandwiched between the highway and a rock cliff, we encountered a man riding his bike down the hill with his bike stocked with juice and snacks to sell. We encounter him everyday. This time, instead of only a friendly “hello, how are you?” he stopped and offered us orange juice, literally just as I was thinking about how thirsty I was from the long walk uphill. Perfect timing! We thanked him profusely and continued the long walk up to Videgal to teach. On our walk home we took a new route home. All of a sudden we hear a “hey!” and turn around to find the same man selling his things on the corner. He gave us more juice and a pastry and talked to us about his life for a few minutes. He lives in Videgal by himself and every morning and evening he pedals his loaded bike down the hill to sell his things on the main street. He seemed very happy and said he made a lot of money selling his things there. He refused our persistent attempts to pay for our snacks, and we parted ways, until next time.

Why is the world so unfair? Why are there so many nice people that have nothing, yet there are people who have everything and are so unhappy? I think that God sent this man as a reminder to me that no matter how much or how little you have, you can still find happiness... and share it with others.