I love genuinely kind people. The ones that give a compliment without having to think about it, and you can tell - it's written all over their face - that they mean every word. The ones that don't have some sort of hidden agenda, the ones that aren't expecting anything in return, but are just happy and kind. When I work at the front desk at my job, I encounter all sorts of different people. These people usually just want me to help them get what they need so they can get out as fast as possible. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just what I've come to expect. Today was a different story, however. A man came in looking for a book. He could have easily been like everyone else, getting what he needed and hurrying on his way. But he took the time to ask my name, make me laugh, and thanked me over and over once I found what he was looking for. Even when it took several minutes to find the book, the man patiently waited and made great conversation with me. As he was leaving, he shook my hand, thanked me again, and said I was so much help, very professional, and he enjoyed talking with me. Even though it's such a silly little thing, it really brightened my day. I'm thankful for those genuine people. I hope I can grow to be that way someday.