Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Trash in the Eye of the Beholder

Day 243
“I felt so bad,” Chaz starts.  “We were walking home from dinner and A. bent over to pick up something off the ground.  I yelled at him to drop it.” 

I know where this is going.  I’ve seen A. do this too. 

“What did he say?” I ask. 

“I’m picking up trash, Dad, so other people don’t have to see it.” Chaz grimaces.  “He told me it was his random act of kindness.”

It’s sinking in, this little experiment.  It’s taking root.  

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