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Respect


Dear Food Court Kid

It’s not too often that we see integrity or respect coming from a young generation. To guess your age, I would say young teenager. It was a simple thing that you did which spoke volumes about your consideration of and respect toward others.

You were eating lunch at the food court in the mall with what I assume to be your brother and father. After you meals, your brother left the table and your father got up to put on his jacket and you instinctively gathered up the lunch garbage and took it to the trash bin with the tray. It seemed natural for you to do that; not even being asked.

You wouldn’t have seen this, but the lady whose “job” it is to clear the tables was standing behind you, saw what you did and the look on her face was priceless; positive bewilderment. I’m pretty sure you made her day.

In a time when it’s hard to encourage people to not litter, you’re setting an example of something so much more – a lesson that not just “young” people need to adhere to.

Respect,

An observer.


Today’s letter was written by Name: H.T. 575 Twitter: @haikutube Blog: http://haikutube.wordpress.com Written From: Canada
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Killing Two Birds With One Stone

Dear Magazine Driver, Today I was in a bit of a hurry and I couldn’t be bothered to be stuck behind a slow driver. I know, I know. I’m impatient at times. I could tell that you were in no hurry to get anywhere by the fact that you were driving 5 km/h under the speed limit and by the way you slowly inched forward after a stop light turned green. When I pulled up beside you at the next stop light I knew exactly why. When I glanced inside your driver’s side window I expected to a senior citizen white knuckling it because the road terrifies them. What I was not expecting was a senior citizen reading a magazine that was draped over the steering wheel and eyes that glanced up and down as if they were watching a yo-yo. I should’ve been scared to death that you were operating a vehicle beside me. But instead, I was thrilled that you have the guts to put driving cell phone talkers to shame. Texting and driving is for suckers. Try reading a magazine! Thanks for the smile….and not killing me on my way home. Cheers, Dave

Today’s letter was written by Name: Dave Sohnchen Twitter: @davesohnchen Blog: http://davesohnchen.com Written From: Kelowna, BC (Canada)
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The Dress Code of Spring

Dear Sunshine Stroller, There was a bold, confident air about you today as you strolled down the street in the early spring sunshine. I’m not sure if it was because something great had just happened to you and life couldn’t be better, or if it was because you were on the verge of turning your dreams into reality and had just stumbled upon the missing piece as you were inspired by the coming of spring. But maybe, just maybe, it was because you knew that you were the only person in town walking down the street with their shirt off only one day after it snowed. Your long, steady strides seemed to tell the story of a man who knew had big plans and places to go; neither of which were going to require any sort of upper body garment. There wasn’t even a t-shirt tucked into your belt. Driving passed in my car, with the windows up, wearing my thick leather jacket only one thought crossed my mind: Damn that dude looks cool. – Dave
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Girl With The Eating Disorder (Contributed by Lindsay)

Today’s letter was contributed by Lindsay (@lindsholifield) Dear girl with the eating disorder,  You hide in your baggy clothes, hoping no one will see you. You lie and tell them you've already eaten. When you slip away to the restroom after meals, no one suspects a thing. But you are hurting inside. The voice in your head is relentless.  Girl who think she will never be free, I promise you there is hope. You may not believe me, but you are beautiful. You deserve so much more than hurting yourself. There is life on the other side. One day you will live that life.   You are loved more than you will ever know. Let us in, let us hold you tight and whisper grace over you. Let us walk with you towards healing. Together, we're going to make it.   Love, Lindsay