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It was another one of those cold drizzly afternoon. I had to make a quick run to the grocery store. As I grabbed one of the grocery cart by the door, I prepared myself to be jolted by the cold metal and hard plastic of the cart handle. I found a pleasant surprise - the handle was warm.

Still warm from the warmth of the previous user of the cart who must have left it there just a few moments ago. I smiled at the little gift, thanked the perfect stranger for the unexpected warmth, and pushed on through the double door of the store.

This is the kind of world my heart desires
a world where we are trying to make it just a little bit better for others,
a world where we appreciate little things.

Comments

Lori ann said…
Thank you for sharing this, it's the little moments in life for sure.
xx
March 16, 2009 at 2:57 PM
bindu said…
I could imagine this very clearly because I dread that cold metal on cold days too!
March 16, 2009 at 4:03 PM
aMus said…
what a lovely thought...

something like the feeling i get when i come here and see a post which warms my heart...

have a great day, Bhavana!
March 16, 2009 at 4:59 PM
Tillybud said…
How lovely are you?? What a wonderful world this would be if more people thought like that.
March 17, 2009 at 5:45 AM
Alisa said…
That is a nice post! Thanks.
March 17, 2009 at 10:04 AM
pRiyA said…
:-) beautifully written.
March 18, 2009 at 3:50 AM
karen said…
I loved this little insight ... x
March 18, 2009 at 10:50 PM
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