A couple of weeks ago I noticed some graffiti artist without talent wrote “Tree” on our sidewalk, next to the garden. Workmen showed up yesterday and chopped up the cement, making a sidewalk hole. What next?
What is the meaning of life?
Every encounter you have, no matter how small, is an opportunity to change someone’s life.
Thank the cashier for working the weekend.
Find a friend in need who’s too shy or embarassed to ask for help.
Offer.
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