-While hovering around the kettle at my staff meeting at Heather's, she reached into the cupboard and said "Oh, Whitney, I've been meaning to give you this..." She handed me a hand-painted sunflower mug that I had made when I was here before. I hadn't been able to fit it in my suitcase home, and grieved its loss, but hoped future volunteers would enjoy it. She explained that it made its way to another volunteer house (which she owned) and that the woman renting it had heard her mention me and thought I might like it back. It was such a fond reminder of my past and a tangible connection in the present.
-A really captivating book I can't put down (The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama).
-The man on the bus who let me in front of him in the queue to get off and then laughed and supported me when the bus stopped rapidly and I was flung into him.
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I love the mug and love the way it made its way home to you. (If you go into the mug decorating business, let me know. I'll be your first customer!)
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