Thelma was not well-off; in fact she was practically skint. She had three children and they lived in a little house with a fairly basic rent. Thelma’s husband had been cleaning the spouting when he fell off the ladder and landed on his head. After the funeral, Thelma tried unsuccessfully to find a job. She wasn’t skilled at much. She had very little to go on, just a few savings that were kept in a tin in the cupboard under the kitchen counter. There was enough there for five weeks’ rent and a little food and the telephone and the electricity and some school books and… By being extra careful, and by doing without herself, Thelma managed to stretch things for a week longer than expected.
But the day came… There was no money left. In fact, that was not quite true; there was a two dollar coin in the tin in the cupboard under the kitchen counter. Thelma knew exactly what she would do with it. Before moving out of the house onto the street, Thelma would spend the two dollars on candy for the kids. It was a complete waste, she knew, but it would be an opulent extravagance; a sugar-coated memory; a throw-all-caution-to-the-wind celebration. The children were at school. When they came home she would give them a chocolate each and move onto the street.
On her way out of the house she picked up a letter on the floor that had been delivered through the door earlier that morning. It was from the landlord; did she realize she had missed paying the rent eleven weeks ago? Honestly, it was enough to break the camel’s back. Thelma burst into tears. She dabbed her eyes dry, tried to look reasonably respectable, and headed for the candy shop.
Here, gentle reader, is where you step in. I know you want something nice to happen, and quickly.
Thelma was the one millionth customer to walk through the door at the candy store. She got a great big free bag of candy in all colours, shapes and sizes – more than enough to rot the children’s teeth, if they couldn’t find anywhere to use a toothbrush out on the street.
On the way home Thelma gave the two dollars (and some candy) to a woman begging on the sidewalk. Surprise! Surprise! The woman was part of a “Why-not-make-someone’s day?” television show. For her kindness Thelma won six hundred thousand dollars!
And, dear reader, if you hadn’t had such a kind heart, such a wonderful thing would not have happened to Thelma. Here’s the moral: see how you have already changed the world for good, and you haven’t even finished your morning coffee yet!
I was almost disappointed that there wasn’t a gruesome ending.
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Oh but it was your kindness that make me give it such a delightful ending – so filled with the joy of living like in real life…
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I don’t quite know how to respond to that, so I’ll just keep my lips zipped, BA.
Did that payment arrive?
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No payment yet – jolly Germans. And now the landlord’s told us that we missed a rent early November!
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😘
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Nan is flirting with you, BA. 🙂
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I’m 62. The most flirting I do is with an emoji.
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Hey, I’m older than you, and would stoop to flirting, if the occasion arose! ❤
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I’m not much of a flirter. Never even crossed my mind when I clicked on the 😘. Just sending some good vibes for the happy story.
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I kept waiting for the bad finish, it was strange to be able to relax!
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You should be used to my happy endings by now.
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Bwhahahaha. Or, hee hee, if you prefer.
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Tomorrow’s story (if I get around to putting it on paper) is inspired by your desire for blood and guts.
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Oh goody …
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I received the good vibes, thank you, and not a pinch of flirtation did I suspect until Yvonne pointed it out.
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You might be a flirt (at times) but it’s probably the Italian influence coming out. I wouldn’t worry about it!
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It must be depressing knowing you’re 62 and only got about 40 years left!
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Some days I really want to make it to 100. Other days, I’m ready to call it a life.
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I used to think that getting to 100 would be nice – but getting decrepit in the body wasn’t part of what was (in younger days) envisaged.
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Exactly! Lately I’m like Roseanne Rosanna Danna. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
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I had to Google that! Shows you how young I am….
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Oh, Gilda Radner was the best, and she died way too young. Her characters on SNL are absolutely my favorites of all time. Google some of her sketches.
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I don’t mind the occasional flirtatious moment…
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I swear that is the sweetest story I have read or been told all my life. I especially loved so much the points when I had to step into the story that I drowned my breakfast in tears!
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Thank you. You would make a good crocodile! I hope the tears at breakfast don’t become a bit of a habit, as too much salt is bad for the arteries.
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I dunno. I want to like this new Bruce, but I’m also a bit unnerved.
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I’ve always being nice. Murdering people is only to expose how horrible everyone else is.
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You must have had a lot of horrible people to expose.
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Definitely…
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Aw, this made me smile this morning! Thanks!
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Thanks for brightening my day, Noelle!
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I always hoped my kind heart would make a difference in someone’s life!
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Congratulations!!
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