Moments of "Nice"

Recording life's little moments

Niceness

I’ve decided that from now on I will record moments that are small but nice.  Because the world needs a little bit of “nice” out there and I’m happy to oblige…

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Moment #88- Writing Words.

I haven’t posted anything in this blog for a while.  I’ve gotta say I missed it.  Isn’t it awesome how powerful words can be? Like, for instance the “onomatopoeia” (for definition and pronunciation see below). BANG! BOOM! SHUWAP! BACHOINK!

powerful…

 

on·o·mat·o·poe·ia
ˌänəˌmatəˈpēə,-ˌmätə-/
noun
 
  1. the formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named (e.g., cuckoo,sizzle ).
    • the use of onomatopoeia for rhetorical effect.

 

Moment #87- Coffee

What is it about a hot cup of coffee that is so perfect? Is it the temperature? Is it the smoothness? Is it the CAFFEINE? I guess we’ll never know.

Moment #86-Walking with Dad

My dad likes to walk. He used to walk 3 miles twice a week. Sometimes he would wake me up super early on Saturdays to walk with him. Usually I would put on a grumpy face because 1) I’m not a morning person and 2) I like to go out late on Fridays. But, he would often take me out to have a nice breakfast after our walks so I’d wake up and enjoy our daddy-daughter time.

Today was a holiday, so I decided to invite my dad to walk with me. We walked around and around a small park with my dog Scooter. He is used to walking around the Rose Bowl where everyone smiles at each other and says “Good Morning” when they pass. The Rose Bowl, located in beautiful Pasadena, CA. is much bigger so, if you walk around it once, you see the same people twice. This time we were walking around a park much, much smaller and in a completely different neighborhood with a different demographic. The people walking around this park were not used to making eye contact with people, let alone saying “hello” to other walkers. But did that stop my dad? No. He smiled and said “Good morning” to everyone we passed. He said it only once to each new person we passed along the pathway. We passed these people at least 6 times and every time after the first “Hello, good morning!” I saw them turn and smile a little bit more.

My dad is a man of few words and the words he chooses to speak often have great meaning. Today my dad brought a sense of community to the small park and that felt nice.

Moment #85-Letter to a younger self

Hi,

It’s me.  I mean, it’s you from a long time from now.  Time is strange. That’s all I’m going to say about that for now, mostly because I’m not really sure when you are going to get this letter.  I’m not really sure you will get this letter.  Maybe when I am finished with it, I can sit for a minute and try to remember if you got it.  Anyway, that’s not what’s important right now.  The point is that if you are reading this then, yes of course you got it.  End. of. story.  Can we move on?  Ok, thanks.

I’m writing to you because years from now (or 2013 minus whenever you get this, you know how math works) you will start to feel a slight pain in the back of your gums.  We thought it was a tiny vampire tooth (see future blog posts).  Well, it turns out that the vampire tooth has morphed itself into a full fledged wisdom tooth.  And yeah, it’s a pain.   It’s rising from it’s gum-grave as I’m typing this.  Super painful, super annoying.  The good thing is, this is your biggest personal problem [knocking on wood]. Unfortunately, that’s when the night terrors start up again.  First it starts with the classic black hole (like in the cartoons) except for it’s now where your wisdom tooth used to be.  Then, it’s a quicksand trap where all your food particles start festering until all your teeth turn to quicksand.  

The purpose of this letter was to give you a heads up.  Brush your teeth.  And, use the stuff with fluoride not Scope. Also, FYI Mary from 7th Heaven marries Justin Timberlake.  It’s kind of boring by the time it happens so, don’t worry too much about it.

Peace, Love and Chicken Grease.

-You

Moment #84-Great Numbers

When I realized that this would be my 84th moment of niceness, I thought about how the number 84 has changed my life.  I was born in 1984.  The Olympics were held in Los Angeles in 1984.  I use the street Olympic Blvd to get to school sometimes.  And, unfortunately, my grandmother died at 84.  I’d like to give my grandma another shout out for being my favorite person ever, the person who named me and always made me feel special.  She volunteered at her local community center up until the last month.  Her wish at the end of her life was to raise enough money to paint our parish.  I’m happy to say that within the year after she passed we raised the funds and are looking to paint within before the end of this year.  She was a big influence in my life and in the lives of a lot of people in and outside of her community.  I hope to be at least a little bit like her, if not inspire others to be as giving and passionate about helping those less fortunate.