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  • I read a short story the other day that made me smile.
    It was about this man who went into a store to pick up his weekly supplies. He also picked up a dozen long-stemmed roses for his wife.
    The lady cashier looked tired and harassed. Her shoulders stooped. Maybe it was the burden of being a single mom. Maybe she had loans, a mortgage.
    The man said 'I bought eleven roses for my wife.... and one for you,' he smiled, taking out one rose and handing it over to her.
    The cashier's eyes lip up. She grinned from ear to ear.
    Suddenly the world seemed to be a much better place.

    Most of the time we're so caught up with the trials and turmoil in our lives that we don't have the time to look around and notice other people. We're concerned about our own little selves, our own happiness, our own problems, and act like the others don't exist.
    Maybe all we need to do is just look around.
    Photo - Chrysanthemums, since I dont have roses.
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