Like most bathrooms across America, my parent’s is stocked with editions of Reader’s Digest. Naturally, I’ve already read most of them. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. I’ve looked up 4 hours later and wondered…what year is it? They can be a little cheesy, but then the best bathroom reading material is. Over Thanksgiving, I found this story in one of the new editions, and I love it. As a matter of fact, I live by it.

Enjoy.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Take a little time and grow your soul.

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