Last year, my teacher told us about a student of hers whose dad was working as a doorman in the World Trade Center during 9/11.
Instead of leaving when the plane hit, he stayed behind and ushered everyone out as calmly as he could. The building collapsed on him.
He and the other heroes of 9/11 GMH.
In 7th grade I was anorexic.
When I was hungry, I would snap hair-ties on my wrist, as punishment for even thinking about food. My then boyfriend found out about it and took one of my hair-ties, saying,
“For every one snap you do, I do ten.”
Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ death when I was 10.
When our car lost its brakes and was going to crash into another, they tried to protect me to the last minute. Their bodies were found, covering me while I was unconscious.
Their never ending love truly GMH.
A long time ago, I went to see a band at a small club in Chicago, the band was unknown and broke.
After the show, they scraped up enough money to go and buy fast food for all the homeless men near the club.
The band? Fall Out Boy.
Good karma GMH.
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