I started just a week and a half ago with my “weeder” job and have already been pulling those long-rooted, thorny, fast-growing spiders for over 40 hours. That's a lot of weeds. I usually pack a lunch, but today was running a bit late so I went to WWU's gas station for a fresh smoothie and some nuts. I didn’t have my debit card on me but had my student ID, which I never use to buy stuff, but knew I could pay with it for this one time. I went up to the cashier's counter and swiped my card, the cashier went to tell one of the workers about the smoothie while I opened my little nut pouch and proceed to eat it’s contents. A minute or so later the cashier asked me to come back to the front because my card didn't' work. I swiped again, feeling very awkward because I had already eaten about half of the nut pouch, and unfortunately didn’t work once again. The guy behind me in line looked at me and at the cashier and said that he got me. I didn’t know what to say, I just looked at him feeling even more awkward and said wow, thank you so much. After he paid and went to go fill up his soda cup I went and asked his name and what he did for work. I once again thanked him and walked out of the gas station feeling overwhelming blessed because that little kindness wasn’t just a little, it was huge. It made me want to be better, do better, love better. I needed that reminder to help me be less selfish, to appreciate the little things, and to know that there are so many loving people in this world. That no matter where you are, you can make a difference, sometimes the smaller ones are in fact the most heart opening out there.
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