Posted on 02/23/2014 3:40:34 PM PST by mountn man
It is a shame; they don't know the affection and support they're cutting themselves off from, such as Mrs. Davidson so grandly demonstrates here.
I think this is Canada.
It doesn’t matter where. Something simple can touch peoples lives.
This story is most saccharine thing I’ve ever heard.
But it’s nice to know that sweet, innocent stuff like this can still happen in our dirty, ugly, queer-tastic, Obamanized world. May you live till the age of 200, granny.
Is that like your Nietzsche ping list?
No problem.
Haha! Even if true, haha!
Wave
“But it’s nice to know that sweet, innocent stuff like this can still happen in our dirty, ugly, queer-tastic, Obamanized world.”
It really is. Those yutes must have good parents.
I lost my job once and didnt have the money to fic my car. When I got a new job I had to start taking the bus. I wanted to be whine and complain “poor me”, but decided to be cheerful instead. Every morning got on the bus with the same kids and would talk to them and just say “hi” and sometimes I would bring candy and pass it around. I deliberately got up and gave my seat to diabled and elderly people when I noticed no else did...The funny thing was the kids started getting up too. They all were friendly and i know they loved when I got on the bus, no matter what happened I made an effort to be friendly and cheerful every day. Once I left a heavy poncho on the bus, my favorite. One of the girls got it for me and carried it around school all day so she could give it to me the next day. ONe the the happpiest times of my life....
I lost my job once and didnt have the money to fic my car. When I got a new job I had to start taking the bus. I wanted to be whine and complain “poor me”, but decided to be cheerful instead. Every morning got on the bus with the same kids and would talk to them and just say “hi” and sometimes I would bring candy and pass it around. I deliberately got up and gave my seat to diabled and elderly people when I noticed no else did...The funny thing was the kids started getting up too. They all were friendly and i know they loved when I got on the bus, no matter what happened I made an effort to be friendly and cheerful every day. Once I left a heavy poncho on the bus, my favorite. One of the girls got it for me and carried it around school all day so she could give it to me the next day. ONe the the happpiest times of my life....
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