How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy
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Some "Awwwww..." for you...

First, I'm at Sarah and Dennis's in Albany, posting from Sarah's spiffy new computer. Yay visiting good friends... will be seeing many people over the next few days hopefully; Like iambliss and pgnblade, Jeremy (who's LJ name I've forgotten and am too lazy to look up) and so forth. Lurves you all.

I post alot of depressing shit in my journal, and try and doll it up with all the hope I can muster. Because I do believe that we can improve the world. I recently discovered Heroic Stories, a newsletter... well, of people being good people. Not even saving the world, or even anyone's life. Just being good people. It's nice to know that the set consisting of good people is not limited to people I know.


Gathering Comfort Story Editor:
by Roslyn Harris Joyce Schowalter
Ohio, USA

Madeline is 6 years old. Madeline is a busy girl with a lot on her mind.
She likes amusement parks and thinks of designs for them and draws them
on paper for everyone to ask questions about.

Her latest idea -- to have a pet daycare -- she got idea from a trip to
the Humane Society. I must have lost my mind the day I said we would
only go and look. How can you take a kid to the Humane Society and tell
them they can't bring an animal home?

She took it really well. We stayed for an hour, petting kitties and
talking about why cats are there and what happens at the Humane Society.
Madeline really wanted to bring a kitten home, but I said, "We already
have two cats. How do you think Tom and Ginny would feel about having
another cat in the house? Besides, if we took one cat home, we would
only help that one cat. What about all the others?" We talked about how
the animals get a bath on arrival, and how each one has a blanket in the
bottom of their cage to be comfy on. She decided she needed to help
*all* the cats and dogs.

Now every evening we go for a neighborhood walk to ask door to door for
old towels and blankets for the dogs and cats at the Humane Society. She
knocks on all the doors herself, says what she needs to say and says
thank you even if the person has nothing to give. I just go along
to watch for her safety and to carry the donations when the load gets
too heavy. Not too many people refuse her.

She put the word out at our church and the daycare she attends, asked
her older sister's friends, and reminds us to ask for donations at work.
Explaining what she would do after we'd asked all our contacts and were
getting no new donations, she said she'd trick or treat for pet food,
and beg at the pet supply store door for dog and cat food and treats.

The Humane Society lady knows Madeline now, and greets her with a smile
when we arrive with our load of towels and blankets for the animals.
Maybe it's more help for the animals that she collects towels for
them... or maybe more helpful that she plays with them when we visit.

I am thrilled that she's decided to do this all on her own. Our
neighbors say, "What a good parent you are," but I reply that it's all
her idea. I have nothing to do with it; I'm just the bodyguard.

Madeline asked me to please add that anyone can take their old towels
and blankets to the animal shelter, and it would be just the same as if
you gave them to her to deliver. She says, "Thank you for helping the
dogs and cats!"


See? It's just nice.


It can't all be nice though, otherwise it wouldn't be my journal. vidicon provides a nice refresher as to why the Patriot Act II is bad, m'kay? If it ever get's to court (which may be a larger if that we like to admit), we can only pray that it get's knocked down.


Pax.
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