There is  quote ( the author is “anonymous” )

“A smile costs nothing, but creates much. It enriches those who receive it without impoverishing those who give it. It happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None are so rich they can get along without it and none so poor ,but both are richer because of it’s benefits. It creates happiness in the home, it fosters goodwill in a business and is the countersign of friends.It is the rest for the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad and nature’s best antidote for trouble. Yet it cannot be bought, borrowed or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody until it is given away. Nobody needs a smile so much as those who have non left to give.”

This is so true, I remember my mom saying to never stop smiling, it is one the the most healthy contagious things you can do.

My whole life has been filled with smiley face doodles, or using “Smile” on my notes, my first car  I made stencils out of newspaper of smiley faces and painted them on the trunk and hood- and than wrote in the doors “The Smiling Limousine” , I smile at people when they pass me in the hall… I just smile a lot.. my mom told me to…and I have !

Now being a smile can get me in trouble too… if I have ever been in an uncomfortable situation, or if I am really scared— I immediately go into a smile that feels like it is hooked to my eye brows. When someone is trying to be really annoyed with me… I have to try really really hard not to smile at them— cuz that only increases their annoyed mood. And if someone starts crying in front of me and it makes me uncomfortable—poof—the ol’ sides of my lips bounce up and I am there smiling as they are crying… they think I am laughing at them—but I am trying to let them know I care— but my face is not cooperating.

I remember once a very long time ago, I was at a home where the man was really mad about something— he was whacking his fist down really hard on the counter—hitting the walls… he looked at me—and you guessed it— I am standing there-my knees knocking, I feel like I could pee my pants from fear—and my face is smiling… He said something like—“Wipe that smile of your face or I will wipe it off for you..” Me—well I had to leave the place— cuz the smile was not going anywhere…

All in all though—a smile is a good thing… just for some reason my brain has got smile locked in… and no matter if I am happy, scared, or around someone who is really mad— you can count on me to have a smile that I can not stop. I pull on my face, try to hide under my shirt collar… can not get it to go away…

So as I sign off— I wish you many smiles…. Love to all, Mrs Justa—alias Cindy