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BEING KIND SHOULD NOT BE A CHOICE!

I try to be a generally nice person.  At least I hope to be.  My Grandmother hated it when people were not treated with respect or kindness wasn't given, Her thoughts on the subject were, " Treat people the way you wanted to be treated." She like myself believe that some day Karma or God would sort out the others but till then you best be polite and respectful to people.  

The reason I am mentioning this subject... Well as I have stated before is I work retail. On the 26th of December we generally get a lot of returns, exchanges, people using those Christmas gift cards, or some looking to get a deal.  I had helped this woman, you know how it goes answer the questions help find what she needs and then say goodbye.  Well she seemed a little down so I said I hope you have a great day and if I don't see you again have a Happy New Year.  She was so shocked that I would wish her a Happy New Year. Her reaction made me think how much better things would be if people were just a bot kinder to each other.  I mean I changed her whole mood and put a smile on her face by just wishing her a better year coming up. 

So with New Years right around the corner remember anyone can make a difference in a persons life, Hold a door open for someone, smile, say hello, if someone says hello to you reply. So many people have gotten so put off that kindness needs to be relearned.  Be that person who makes a difference even if it means saying something nice or taking  seconds out of your day to be a better person.

May you be blessed till next time, 
Angie

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