An instance that made my day intangibly but more a case of making someone else's day. The 7-year-old granddaughter of the next door neighbor had her little razor scoooter stolen last month. I knew this because she left little post it notes calling the thieves "sorry." On an impulse, I went to Target that Saturday morning, bought a new scooter, assembled it, and anonymously left it at their front door. The girl and her grandparents were most happy.
To this day, they most likely still don't know it was me. But it's all good. I'm at the age where the deed is what counts, not being recognized for it.
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"God forgot to make stupidity painful."
--Ivan Stang (Church of the SubGenius)
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