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Dear Ann Landers,
hat letter from the guy who was called a "sourpuss" because he didn't smile much hit close to home. Ever since I can remember my mother nagged me to "turn up the corners of my mouth." Once she paid an artist to sketch a picture of me with a glum look on my face. After that I made an effort to smile as seldom as possible. When I was in my 20s I was walking down the corridor of the office where I worked. A woman I'd never seen be-fore was heading toward me. Suddenly she stopped and said, "Cheer up. Things can't be THAT bad!" I caught my reflection in the window and was shocked at how downhearted I looked. That very day I began to practice smiling in the mirror and I vowed I'd keep a smile on my face no matter how glum I felt. Know what? That pleasant expression felt ever so much better. All it took was relaxing the frown lines between my eyebrows and bringing up the comers of my mouth a quarter of an inch. The rewards have been tremendous. I now drive a school bus and one of the kids said just last week, "You make us all feel good because you look so cheerful. You're not like the other driver who always looked so grumpy." Sign this KALAMAZOO
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