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The good folks

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good-people

Today rather than listening to my thoughts I would like to share with you some short stories I picked up from the Sunny Skyz blog. They are stories about my kind of folks.

Never Doubt Your Ability To Brighten Someone’s Life

Some people are very lonely and a friendly conversation will literally make their day, even if it seems insignificant to you. Here are some stories people shared about those little compliments that went a long way:

  • “I worked in a restaurant for a number of years and every Wednesday a family would come in with their adult special needs son. On his way in and out he would complement every person he saw on their shirt or their hair or shoes or smile. One of the few things I miss about that job.”
  • “When I was in my 20s I was in the hospital for septic shock (blood poisoning). I was all alone late at night, feeling like literal death. I wasn’t afraid I was going to die, but I was still scared and close to freaking out just from a combination of boredom, loneliness, pain, and just being creeped out by my body. The nurse came in to do the nightly rounds. You know how when someone does something so often that they get really efficient at it? Like a chef who can chop an onion in five seconds flat. No wasted motions. I’d been in the hospital a week, and all the nurses were like that. Half of them could take vitals, check the IV and all that without ever actually looking at me. Nurse lady does her thing, same as all the others. Then she did something special. She stopped, looked me in the eyes, and smiled. This was more than twenty-five years ago. Maybe she patted my arm and said a few words. I don’t remember. I don’t remember her name or what she looks like. But I remember that she took a few seconds to acknowledge me as a human being, and that it suddenly made the pain and fear and loneliness bearable again. Little gestures matter.”
  • “Years ago,when I was very down on my luck–suffering from deep depression, taking several medications that made my hands shake – I ran out of coffee. I had to go across the street to the only place near me that sold it: a discount store, somewhat below Wal-Mart. I was standing in a fairly long line (my hair not brushed, my coat over my pajamas) and the clerk was a miserable sourpuss who truly hated her job. She was super-fast though and was flying through the line, speaking only when necessary, not unlike the Soup Nazi. She was very dismissive to the customer ahead of me and was spoiling for a fight. I was determined that she was not going to treat me that way, I was already down as low as I could go. After she whipped my coffee can across the scanner and into a bag, I said to her: ‘You know what?’ No response, just a scowl and blazing eyes. ‘You are the fastest cashier I’ve ever seen. You should be working at least at Safeway with union wages and benefits, you are wasting yourself here.’ Her face was transformed by the most beautiful smile and she mouthed the words ‘thank you.’ I took my time walking away so I heard how cheerful and polite she was to the customer after me. That girl taught me that even at my lowest point, I still had something to offer that was valuable.”

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When I was in grade school, they told me to write down what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, I told them they didn’t understand life

Unknown

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A police officer sees a man driving around with a pickup truck full of penguins. He pulls the guy over and says, “You can’t drive around with penguins in this town! Take them to the zoo immediately.”

The guy says okay, and drives away. The next day, the officer sees the guy still driving around with the truck full of penguins — and they’re all wearing sunglasses. He pulls the guy over and demands, “I thought I told you to take these penguins to the zoo yesterday!”

The guy replies, “I did. Today I’m taking them to the beach!”

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There is a difference between happiness and wisdom: He that thinks himself the happiest man really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool.

Charles Caleb Colton

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Late one Friday night, I was awakened by the ringing of my phone…In a sleepy grumpy voice I said, “Hello.”

The party on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech.

“OK… Mom, this is Marsha and I’m sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I’m going to be a little late getting home. See, Daddy’s car has a flat but it’s not my fault. Really! I don’t know what happened. The tire just went flat while John and I were inside the theater. Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Since I don’t have any daughters, I knew the person had misdialed. “I’m sorry dear, “I replied, “but you’ve reached the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter named Marsha.”

“Come on, Mom,” pleaded the young woman’s voice, “I didn’t think you’d be this mad.”

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“If you haven’t got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me.”

Alice Roosevelt Longworth

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“I had the toughest time of my life. First, I got angina pectoris and then arteriosclerosis. Just as I was recovering from these, I got tuberculosis, double pneumonia and phthisis. Then they gave me hypodermics. Appendicitis was followed by tonsillectomy. These gave way to aphasia and hypertrophic cirrhosis. I completely lost my memory for a while. I know I had diabetes and acute ingestion, besides gastritis, rheumatism, lumbago and neuritis. I don’t know how I pulled through it. It was the hardest spelling test I’ve ever had.”

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Laugh alone and the world thinks you’re an idiot.

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She said: My husband, Michael, and I were at a restaurant with his boss, a rather stern older man. When Michael began a tale, which I was sure he had told before, I gave him a kick under the table. There was no response, so I gave him another poke. Still the story went on. Suddenly he stopped, grinned and said, “Oh, but I’ve told you this one before, haven’t I?”

We all chuckled and changed the subject. Later, on the dance floor, I asked my husband why it had taken him so long to get my message. “What do you mean?” he replied. “I cut the story off as soon as you kicked me.”

“But I kicked you twice and it still took you awhile to stop!”

Suddenly we realized what had happened. Sheepishly we returned to our table. The boss smiled and said, “Don’t worry. After the second one I figured it wasn’t for me, so I passed it along!”

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“It was only a sunny smile and little it cost in the giving but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”

Unknown author

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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