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Pay It Forward

I made the terrible decision to watch Pay it Forward the other night- alone. If you haven't seen it, its an inspiring tale of an adorable tiny Haley Joel Osmet who sets out to change the world one good deed at a time. Well, I cried uncontrollably (alone) for a solid 30 minutes because I wanted to be just like tiny HJO (lets just shorten his name shall we?). But it inspired me to do some random acts of kindness all around Iowa City. I mean, hopefully it wouldn't end up with me getting stabbed in the end like HJO (lucky for you, I survived my adventure-stab wound free).

It started out that I was walking past the homeless man that sits on the corner of Washington and Clinton; the one I blogged about earlier. I saw his head hanging low and knew a cupcake would cheer him up. So I strolled into Molly's and ordered a mini red velvet with vanilla frosting (with little heart sprinkles of course!)which happens to be my favorite one. I walked back down to the man, and held out the cupcake with a  smile. It actually made so happy to see him smile. He raised his hanging head and looked at me and thanked me so much. It's the little things like that that keep me happy.

But, while I was in work one of my co-workers was having a super stressful day, and had two midterms back to back tomorrow and had to work tonight! Without question I told her I would gladly help her out and cover her shift. Her face lit up and she gave me a huge hug.

See, the world isn't shit all the time. You really just need to bring a smile into someone else's life to make you smile the whole day.

PS- it was a fantastic day also because my stalker skipped class. BOOYAH.
Minus 3 points for tripping up the stairs twice today though- can't win em all i guess?

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