The Simple Things

15 Dec

I’m typing this from a horrifically uncomfortable seat in the airport terminal while I wait for another 45 minutes to board my plane home (YAY!)  But, while I’ve been sitting here, I feel like I’ve done more good in the 20 minutes I’ve been sitting here (so far), than I did all semester in Columbia.  I personally thanked every service man or woman I saw walking through the airport.  I helped an older woman with her bags to the terminal.  I even bought a complete stranger (service man) a coffee at Starbucks.  It’s the little things in life.  In the end, people will never remember the leaps and bounds you do for them, but the small, seemingly insignificant things.  I don’t know why, maybe it’s all this holiday spirit building up inside of me, but I can’t stop doing nice things lately.  I believe doing random acts of kindness is addicting. Once you start, you cannot stop.  Why?  Because it feels good.  It really feels amazing, knowing that even though you don’t know the person, or have a close relationship with them, you still went above and beyond in some way, catching them completely by surprise.  I can guarantee you, none of the marines I said thank you to expected me to say anything, let alone thank them for all they do for our country.  Not because I look miserable, but they seldom hear the thanks they deserve.  So lets keep the goodness going.  Hold the door open for someone, pay for the person behind you in line’s coffee.  Hell, even go all out like my darling, and ridiculously generous mother, does, and buy them dinner.  Anything that you can do, and think would make someone smile, do it.

I dare you.

 

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