Life continues to surprise me. Is it possible for coffee to taste better because it came from someone who cared?Pay it forward.
The woman in line behind me paid for my mocha today.
She did it for no reason other than that I looked a little tired.
Please, pay it forward.
I walked the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure this morning. Four of my friends, three of my family members, and countless others showed up to support the cause. Men decked out in pink, sleepy children running to keep up, dogs in pink sweaters. Ladies who lost a sister making the trek in shirts that read “Hope”. Warriors in pink. These people didn’t directly gain anything from attending this event; they did it to make an end to something terrible. They decorated port-a-potties (which, by the way, made peeing way more fun). They made something beautiful out of something ugly.
Pay it forward. At the very least, do it for the poor dogs stuffed into sweaters. If they don't need some love, I don't know who does.
I am so grateful to the woman in line behind me and to all my friends who supported me this morning. I am in incredible awe of every single person who walked or ran to find a cure. I hope that I recognize every opportunity afforded to me to change someone else’s day for the better. I hope that in recognizing that opportunity I have the courage to follow through on the idea. I hope I have the guts to try.
I’m almost done with my mocha now, so I’m signin’ off. It tasted better than any coffee I’ve ever had, by the way. Before I go finish my homework I want to ask you to try something. Tomorrow, (or the next day or the next day or the next) if you’re standing in line behind someone who looks a little tired, just remember, their coffee will taste so much better if it comes from someone who cares.
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