different songs we liked in common-that sort of bonded us even more for the time we were working together.
So one day, while the radio was playing, I was signing some song and a few minutes later she turned to me and said (with her shoulders hunched): “Oh Angie. I love you singing. I listen so MUCH all the time and it makes me so happy-you singing…I enjoy” -in her native accent.
I giggled (curtsied) and said: “Thank you…that was sweet.”
She then turned back to me and said:
“There’s a song I love sooo much and I want to sing. I want to be-to sing it sooooo bad,” she said (in her native accent).
“It’s makes my heart so happy. I wish they would play it. I’d probably cry, anyways,” she expressed.
I said: “What is it-sing it.”
She got real shy and covered her mouth.
I said, “No, sing it.”
She got soooo nervous. She tried several variations. Each rendition was getting worse and worse. I tried so hard to pull for that song-to no avail.
So one day we where working across from another (rather than usually next to one another) and “that song” song came on: All of Me.
She looked up, and squealed: “Angie! Angie! That’s it! That’s it!”
You would have thought she won the lottery! It was so funny and cute.
I then wiggled my finger for her to come around my side. I said: “Sing it. Go. Let me hear it.”
Her eyes got big but she knew she only had so long before the song would end. So she stood there and sang the rest of that song in front of me with everything she had! It was sooooo cute and emotional.
I hugged her.
I was so happy she got that moment to share her favorite song with me.
She was soooo happy: Happy to hear it. Happy to share what she felt about it.
…And happy to sing it. And that somebody received her doing so.
What a moment.
In my journeys of life. I tend to meet people like that and have moments like this-along the way.
And well, I love that.
h/t (Huffington Post)
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