Take Note

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Sometimes, in the middle of all of the cacophony that is life, something happens unexpectedly. You are given a gift. The gift could come in many forms. Perhaps it is a person, or a brief note scrawled on a torn piece of paper. If you are fortunate enough to be aware of it's presence and allow yourself the liberty of just slowing down enough to observe it, to make note of it and to genuinely be effected by it without questioning—you can claim that gift and be forever different. The trick is to know it when it happens.

You know what? It happened to me...