Have you ever found yourself in a predicament where you were incredibly motivated to take action but lacked authorization? Everybody has been there. And believe me, you will be moved by this endearing tale of a young child discovering kindness!
This young girl’s curiosity overcame her one fine afternoon, and she boldly knocked on her neighbor’s door. Crickets. Nothing at all. Nothing. Did she give up, though? Oh no. No, please! very, she came up with a considerate and very brilliant idea: penning a sincere note and hiding it in their mailbox.
Can she use their basketball hoop to shoot hoops after school? was the straightforward but sincere query she posed in her letter. Now, while this might not seem like much, it meant a lot to her. Uncertain about their reaction, she waited nervously for their reply.
The story becomes more complex. She was pleasantly surprised to see what was in her mailbox when she checked later! Her neighbors, those magnificent creatures, had composed an incredibly polite response. They not only agreed to let her use the basketball hoop, but they also urged her to play with it extensively. What a slam dunk in terms of decency!
In a time when individuals might be overly attached to their belongings, this modest yet impactful gesture of kindness warmed our hearts. With only one act of kindness, the young girl was able to get some exercise and pleasure after school and had her trust in humanity’s inherent goodness restored.
The really interesting part is that this story serves as a subtle reminder of the power of compassion, rather than being solely about basketball hoops or letters. It’s as simple as adding a dash of cinnamon to a steaming cup of coffee—a tiny but crucial addition. Thus, seize the opportunity to make someone happy the next time it presents itself. You never know how much it might matter to them, after all.
Sо I аm аt Wаlmаrt sсаnning аnd bаgging my аlmоst $300
So I am at Walmart scanning and bagging my almost $300 worth of groceries while the employee that wants $15 an hour “monitors” and then this happened.
Her – why are you double bagging all of your groceries?
Me – excuse me?
Her – you are wasting our bags!
Me – if you don’t likе the way I’m bagging the groceries, feel free to come on over here and bag them yourself.
Her – that’s not my job!
Me – okay, then I will bag my groceries how I please if that’s all right with you.
Her – why are you using two bags?!
Me – because the bags are weak and I don’t want the handles to break or the bottoms to rip out.
Her – well that’s because you are putting too much stuff in the bag. If you took half of that stuff out and put it in a different bag then you wouldn’t need to double bag.
*10 seconds of me just staring at her.
Me – so you want me to split these items in half and put half of them in a different bag so that I don’t have to double bag.
Her – exactly.
Me – so I would still be using two bags to hold the same number of items.
Her – no because you wouldn’t be double bagging.
*me pressing two fingers to my left eye in an attempt to make it stop twitching.
Me – okay so here I have a jug of milk and a bottle of juice double bagged. If I take the milk out and remove the double bagging and just put the milk in the single bag and the juice in that single bag I’m still using two bags for these two items.
Her- no because you are not double bagging them so it’s not the same number of bags.
*me looking around at about 10 other customers who at this point are enjoying the show.
Me- is this likе that Common Core math stuff I keep hearing about?
Her- never mind you just don’t get it.
And with that, she went back to her little Podium so she could continue texting or playing games on her phone or whatever it was she was doing before she decided to come over and critique my bagging skiIIs.
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