Sprinkle Some Kindness Here And There

Stories are like your babies, you nurture them, shape them and polish them, then you trot them out in public and hopefully everything goes well. It bothers you when you lose one like that. I often feel as if a small piece of me is lost, that it has been stolen from me.

Been to a movie lately, checked in on your favorite Super Hero and his/her exploits?  A movie these days will run you anywhere from $15-$25 depending on your taste and if you get popcorn it is going to cost you more.

Yesterday I bought lunch for a elderly couple, complete strangers, and it only cost me about $17 all total.  I can also assure you, that the feeling that I received for this random act of kindness, far exceeded the cost that was laid out of pocket.  It was a whole lot more value, than the price of a movie ticket.

Lot of folks walking around kind of down in the mount, surely not going to the movies, and times are hard.  If you are able, help them out.  If you can afford it, every now and then reach down into your pocket for a handful of kindness and sprinkle it around.  You would be surprised on what transpires.

 Speaking of Super Hero’s?

Add Superman to the list of reporters leaving the newspaper business behind.  In the comic book series’ latest issue, which went on sale Wednesday, an outraged Clark Kent quits his job at The Daily Planet after his boss berates him.

“I was taught to believe you could use words to change the course of rivers — that even the darkest secrets would fall under the harsh light of the sun,” the superhero’s alter ego says in a newsroom outburst. ” But facts have been replaced by opinions. Information has been replaced by entertainment. Reporters have become stenographers. I can’t be the only one who’s sick of what passes for the news today.”  So another American Icon has fallen beside the wayside, and you can read about it here.

We will pass 1,225,000 views this month (November) and that is kind of incredible, one and a quarter million views, never thought I would live to see something like that.  I am also sure my English teacher, Mrs. McGee would not have believed it either.  Thanks guys, I could not have done it without you.

Last week I lost seven full days of work, accidentally trashed it with some old photo’s and I was upset for a couple of days because of this mishap.  I am in here today searching for a story and I have evidently lost it too. Well, those who know me personally will tell you “I lost it a long time ago” but we are talking about the story.

It was a nice slice of life, I gave it birth, I gave it a name, and I evidently killed it because it is nowhere to be found. I hate it when that happens, which here lately, happens more than I would wish it to.

Stories are like your babies, you nurture them, shape them and polish them, then you trot them out in public and hopefully everything goes well. It bothers you when you lose one like that. I often feel as if a small piece of me is lost, that it has been stolen from me.

Today, because I didn’t do a save, it is lost, it is gone.

Fortunately for me (and for you) life is one long never ending story, unraveling one page at a time, and each day, there will be a new one for me to tell. Stop by tomorrow and I will have another to share with you.

It is, after all, what I do.

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