Me, Memorable?

Ah, the lovely thought of being remembered!  It brings back fond memories when I would come home from school and find my two-year-old nephew running to the door, saying my name, and giving me a big hug before I'd even completely come into the house, and my sister's dog who relentlessly ran up to me to jump on me and lick the makeup off my face.

Forgive my meanderings, but I've been reflecting on what it is that makes a person memorable, because I've had several situations where I have seen someone again, and they remembered me.  I'll be the first to admit upfront that I am terrible at getting attention, even when I try to get it, and it rarely works, so when I find that people remember me, I take special note of it, and wonder why.

When I think of my interactions with people, it seems to me that I notice something in their responses, particularly ones with whom I interact with for the first time, that there's something I'm giving them and they pick up, even sometimes startling them.  Not sure exactly what it is exactly, but I have been told by people in my past that to them I have a great capacity to love people, and am quite accepting of people as they are.  I've never really considered myself to be all that loving, but then again I unfortunately trained myself at a young age seeing my weaknesses and flaws first, so when it was first mentioned to me, I was taken aback.  It also goes a little hand in hand with that, but most people just see me as being kind and nice.  That one I get a lot of.  So perhaps I'm always remembered by people as the nice little lady with the light blonde hair.  Certainly hope so. 

Perhaps I'm a rarity, but I'd prefer to be remembered as being too nice as to being that, well, to put it in not so foul words, impossible pain in the neck.