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Simple happiness

May 4, 2013

Each year, our church would hold a service day for parishioners to help people in the town.  It counted for the service hours I had to fill out at school, and so I rode with my parents to houses in Naperville.  Personally, I did nothing to help.  Or so I thought.

I’ll never forget one stop in particular.  It was at an elderly lady’s house where my dad was asked to help fix a light in the kitchen.  My ten-year old self knew nothing of fixing a light, so when the old woman was told how much I loved the Cubs, she became overjoyed and turned the game on for me.

As I read my book and witnessed the Cubs’ trouncing of Pittsburgh, the woman checked the score and made sure I made myself at home in her family room.

Years later, I discussed the seemingly purposeless memory with my dad.  He pointed out that I had in fact done service that day without meaning to- I had made the woman’s day by showing my youthful passion for baseball and the Cubs, and also by just keeping her company as she was helped.

This event shows that you can make someone by even simply existing.

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