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 <title>You really needed that right</title>
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 <description>You really needed that right in that moment. I love when people are awesome for no reason- and the best thing you did was to thank them. Pay it forward to someone tomorrow and help someone else find a spring in their step! CM</description>
 <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:34:12 -0400</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Ironically, about 48 hours after the &amp;quot;you look tired&amp;quot; comment, I received another completely contradictory compliment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other afternoon, I was visiting my friendly neighborhood housewares store — buying water filters and inquiring about boxes, as the time to start packing is now. Okay, so it&#039;s actually next week — or the week after... whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I am standing there chatting up the owner when these two women burst onto the scene. They are talking so fast that in my ridiculously fatigued state I can&#039;t even register what they are going on about. After a few moments, I catch on — they&#039;re sisters and lifelong residents of the neighborhood, who also happen to be a bit klutzy, and have to replace things often. Today&#039;s trip to the store marks another day when one of them had knocked something over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They immediately approach the counter where Bob (the owner) and I are standing. They acknowledge my presence, and I theirs. One of the sisters stops rattling on long enough to turn and speak to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You are absolutely &lt;i&gt;gorgeous.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; Turns to her sister. &amp;quot;Isn&#039;t she gorgeous?&amp;quot; The sister agrees. What I really was: embarrassed. Why? Who knows? Other than the fact that I don&#039;t like people making a big fuss over me, there was no reason for me to be embarrassed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thanked them profusely for their compliment, made a joke about needing to leave my apartment more often, paid for my water filters and went along my merry way, with more spring in my step than when I arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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 <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:00:25 -0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Akillah Wali</dc:creator>
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