Sometimes it’s nice to say nice things

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Just generally speaking, I have a pretty crappy filter when it comes to speaking, but sometimes that becomes a good thing. Like when you have something really sweet to say because you feel something really sweet about another person. And then maybe you say the sweet thing and they feel that sweetness too. And then on top of feeling sweetness, they feel something even more because they know that they were the one to originally plant that seed of sweetness inside of you. And then do you see how it’s all connected? How it’s all a web of…of…”wow this just feels so good!” And as you know, webs catch things, so chances are that those good feelings won’t stop there.

So I guess what I’m saying is, say something nice sometime. If you have a nice feeling about someone else, let them know because maybe the two of you will end up building a web together. Or not. But really, why not?




It’s the little things

I take the bus almost everyday, and there is this one spot in town that is always under some stage of road construction. Week to week, cars are redirected this way and that in order to accommodate the work that is being done.

Today, I was bumping along on the bus, staring out the window as we together entered this construction area. A stoplight glowed about half of a block ahead of us, and a white van that was driving in front of the bus turned into what was once a turning lane. What that driver was unaware of was that the turning lane had since been designated as a new lane for oncoming traffic.

The light ahead turned green, and oncoming cars approached the van. It all happened in a matter of seconds. My bus driver, in the correct lane of traffic but still behind the white van, slammed on the horn in warning. The van reacted – swerving quickly back in front of the bus, and just barely missing a terrible collision with oncoming traffic.

A couple of seconds passed, and from the back of the bus, I saw my bus driver throw up a very casual peace sign in response to a thank-you wave from the white van.

I liked that.

Not a wave, not a nod – a peace sign.


When someone saves a person’s life and then just casually throws up some deuces.