So I have this kind of...tradition, I guess you could call it, with my neighbor.
It all started when I really wanted to make cookies but found that I had no eggs. I was about to not make them, but my dad just told me we could ask our neighbor for some. I didn't really want to becuase I didn't think that the relationship between me and him were that close to ask for eggs. (or something like that, I don't know. I was just weird and didn't think I could ask my neighbor for eggs) but I got them and I was really happy, because I really like making cookies.
So, after I made them, I decided that it was common curtesy to share the treat which he had helped to create. So I brought a plate of cookies over and a card with a picture of an egg on it saying thanks and him and his family were all happy.
So, ever since, whenever I make cookies I call him (I like to call it a cookie call hee hee) and bring cookies. It makes me really happy. Because before I didn't exactly know him and his family, and the thought of calling them just made me squirm uncomfortably. But now it's ok, and he even gave me a hug today.
So the moral, or even the point, of this post is: Service makes you feel so much better.
4 comments:
You make the best cookies IN THE WORLD! They're lucky that you live across the street.
You should move to Provo, across the street from us.
Anne Marie I seriously love you so much! What a great blog and I am so glad that you wrote about service -- I need to do better at serving other people. I want to make cookies with you soon!
Anne got special lotions from Comstocks for Christmas. What goes around comes around. Being nice is always a good thing.
Dad
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