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Why Are Acts of Kindness Uncomfortable for Me?
As I sat in the drive thru waiting behind the weave of cars, feeling inpatient because I was thinking about work. Trying to be early, yet wishing I was going anywhere else, I didn't know I would experience a small moment. A pause for thought. Medium hot coffee, three cream. Yes, I know. Very exciting. A routine. Always a routine with me. But today, it was different. A stranger, not sure why, decided to buy the coffee for the second car behind. An act of kindness. And this is
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