Dien Bien Phu: smiling woman with fake leg

Today I was reflecting about the curious nature of my work. How would I explain or describe the highs of such work? It may be best to put yourself in a crowded NYC subway train. Body after body crammed into the car, packed like sardines. You standing there, thoughtless, breathless, indifferent. Next to you stands an elderly woman holding a child. As you lock eyes with the child, you see eyes full of wonder, happiness, curiosity. The child laughs and smiles. For a quick second, your mind flashes back to your backyard when you were a child. You are surrounded by your brothers involved in a heated game of kickball. You smile, the train halts, the child leaves. You turn around and smile at the man behind you who is sandwiched between the Wallstreeter and the homeless man. I think that split instant where you feel immense warmth of emotion from a stranger's smile can describe alot about the highs of this job.