Today I'm thankful for ridiculous late night Portenglish (the confluence of Portuguese and English doesn't quite have the same zazz as Spanglish or Chinglish, now does it?) conversations on Facebook that span two different countries and three different cities encompassing inside jokes from shared experiences in Brazil mais bonita.
I'm thankful for the two minutes it took me to pull a Uey, park in the shoulder, and walk back toward the end of the ramp on Exit 69 (Oh Carleton, my alma mater...) with a bag of food for the homeless vet camped with his sign, as another man who I guess had been driving right behind me had the same idea and was just a bit quicker to pull over. I hope the man now had enough for two meals, and I'm so grateful I'm not the only one doing this, that there are others out there trying to look out for the meekest of the meek. We may have not fixed anything, and we did not end homelessness for this man or in general, but we did what we could to try to alleviate his hunger. I hope he knows that he is not alone and is encouraged, just as I have been encouraged by another person taking the two minutes to try to meet a need.
I'm thankful for the sweet smell of Malt-o-Meal rounding the curve past St. Olaf, for meeting with a professor who wears many hats including both boss and friend, for the opportunity to hold my own Zumba class at a community center that is coming together, for the blessing of now having (a spanking awesome) somewhere to live come January, and for spur-of-the-moment friend movie nights. A lot of things came together today, and for that I am thankful!
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