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Gratitude Day 2018

Canadians have them on October. Americans' on November. Me? Everyday. 😉


Everyone's searching about something...Love. Success. Now, what's that one thing that no one can get more of? Time. (Excerpted from The Internship)

     Saying thank you is a good practice. It makes you feel good and so does the recipient.

     I have here a string of reasons I am most grateful of at the moment.

     OF COURSE, HIM. He has been at the top of my list eventhough I'm not that religious. I'm one theist who believes that there is that Supreme Being being acknowledged for this existence.
     
     MY DAUGHTER. Eversince I became a mother, I do things double time tantamounting to double exhaustion but doubly rewarding. 

     MY PROFESSION. There are studies that claim  those whose job as veterinarians are close to the verge of emotional breakdown. It is a truth that I myself also experienced heart-wrenching blows of being down. In my second life, I'd still choose to be a veterinarian getting the chance of petting all pets of the whole community. 

     KIND-HEARTED COMMUTERS. I tag along my daughter everytime I make errands for the clinic. We were aboard the jampacked LRT expected in a peak hour when this woman took from my arms the boxful of purchases and told me to just hold tightly my daughter. She was also heading the same way home so she still carried the box up to the bus that ferried us all back to our common destination. When she was fetched by her family in a private car, she offered us to hitch with them. Oftentimes when days got lucky, my daughter and I got to be  assisted  by fellow commuters being offered to their seat, giving the baby some sweets to appease the tantrum or handing back the slip-on that slipped off. One drizzling rush hour on our way to see a friend, I was flagging down either a full jeepney or occupied taxi when  a car stopped and gave us a free lift. 

     SWEET NEIGHBORS. Who wouldn't be glad when a bowl of steaming viand comes your door for free? And a free baby-sitting? A piece of fruit to treat a wide-eyed kid peeping from the door. My daughter's charm didn't escape them. 

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