Anonymous Goods

While we were hiking yesterday my grandpa started telling us about my family’s history, how his grandpa came from Sweden and hard to start and restart a life for his family more then five times, after bad times hit and they had nothing. It made me think how spoiled we are, complaining how there’s nothing to eat when really we just don’t want to make anything for ourselves, how awful our lives are, though our ancestors came from other countries with nothing and built a life for our grandparents, and then our parents and eventually us. I don’t believe in complaining because, for me and my family, we are in the safest country with a house, food, and loving people around us. I am BLESSED. D

A girl at school is having some boy troubles and, even though I like the same boy, I feel really bad for her and want to make her feel better. She’s really pretty and worth a lot, but doesn’t seem to see it. So every chance I get I compliment her and tell her that it wasn’t her fault it didn’t work out with the boy. And I encourage her to expect way more from a boy that likes her, because she’s completely worth the time and effort for a date, at the very very least!! D

A hockey friend of mine was at the rink watching her dad on the ice when he slipped and cut his leg open, almost dying. Another hockey mom that was there reacted fast and made sure my friend was okay, talking to her and telling her that her dad would be okay, keeping her calm even when they took her dad in an ambulance to the hospital. Thanks to that hockey mom, she’s not nearly as traumatized as she might have been if everyone forgot about her. Now both her and her dad are recovered and getting back to normal, and the hockey mom went back to her family, refusing any thanks or recognition.