The happiest man (1)
I met him first on a summer day, I went into his ugly little shop to ask him to repair the heels of my shoes, I waited while he did it. He greeted me with a smile. “you are new in this neighborhood, aren’t you?
I said I was. I had moved in to a house at the end of the street only a week before. “this is a fine neighborhood,” he said. “You’ll be happy here.”
“please hurry.” I begged, “I’m going to meet a friend.”
He looked at me over his glasses.” Now, lady, it won’t take long, wholesale replica designer handbags, I want to do a good job.” He was silent a moment. “You see, I have a tradition.” A tradition? In this ugly little shop?
He noticed my surprise, and smiled as he went on . “yes, lady, I have a tradition. My father was a shoemaker in italy. He always told me. “son, do the best job on every shoe and be proud of your fine work. Do that always, and you’ll have both happiness and money.”
As he handed me the finished shoes, he said: “these will last a long time, wholesale designer handbags, I’ve used good material.” This was the beginning of our friendship.
Every day as I passed his shop, we waved to each other warmly. He was a tall man. His hair was gray and there wasn’t much of it. His face was deeply lined. But I remember best his fine eyes. Alive with kindness. He was the happiest man. When he was working on a pair of shoes, he sang in a high, clear voice, wholesale coach handbags, we called him”the light in the window”
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