Go and catch a falling star...
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alasanonStare outside at the rare white dust falling from the sky.
Think of the people and things that have waited for this.
Sit by the fire and think and dream and wonder about tomorrow.
Journal entry #44327:
There was a child named Peter in my store today. He and his sister Anna were in my shop buying things with their Christmas money from their grandparents. They were from Nebraska, but their parents spoke with German accents. The boy bought some toys and things, and then came to the counter and saw a package of playing cards in a style his sister liked. He had eighteen dollars left from his initial fifty, and had already planned out what he wanted to buy with it at another store. He pondered for a moment, and then said, "I could have that money for myself, but Christmas is the season of giving."
He bought those cards.
I tried to feel something like delight in that purchase. It was for a good reason, and he earned a little happiness for his sister and some respect from his parents for having grown up enough to understand that spirit.
I couldn't quite bring myself to do it, though. I could tell you why, but that would deprive you of the opportunity to think about it and decide yourself whether or not you would enjoy that little anecdote.
It wasn't kindness that found Lize scouring the pots for her cousin, it was necessity.
Think of the people and things that have waited for this.
Sit by the fire and think and dream and wonder about tomorrow.
Journal entry #44327:
There was a child named Peter in my store today. He and his sister Anna were in my shop buying things with their Christmas money from their grandparents. They were from Nebraska, but their parents spoke with German accents. The boy bought some toys and things, and then came to the counter and saw a package of playing cards in a style his sister liked. He had eighteen dollars left from his initial fifty, and had already planned out what he wanted to buy with it at another store. He pondered for a moment, and then said, "I could have that money for myself, but Christmas is the season of giving."
He bought those cards.
I tried to feel something like delight in that purchase. It was for a good reason, and he earned a little happiness for his sister and some respect from his parents for having grown up enough to understand that spirit.
I couldn't quite bring myself to do it, though. I could tell you why, but that would deprive you of the opportunity to think about it and decide yourself whether or not you would enjoy that little anecdote.
It wasn't kindness that found Lize scouring the pots for her cousin, it was necessity.
