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The story earlier knocked loose a memory:
I worked at a small law firm years ago, and we used to have a could of community-support workers, a man's and a woman both with Downs, come in to do janitorial tasks. The woman was an Elvis Presley fanatic. She would listen to Elvis on headphones while she worked. She'd talk about Elvis all the time. She'd mark his birthday, and the anniversary of his death. She was sad that she never got to see him sing.
One day, a potential client came in for a consultation, and this guy was an Elvis impersonator by vocation. And who happened to be there, by chance, even though she came for only about an hour a week? Yep, our Elvis fan.
The guy was really sweet, and put on an impromptu performance for her, and she was Over. The. Moon. It was a good day in the office.
This is one of the most wholesome things I've heard, brings joy to my heart. People can bring so much joy to each other's lives when they're open to it
Hhah amazing story. 😊