Sometimes we forget that we can be important to others in subtle ways. I resonated with this little poem:
You might think that you don’t matter in this world, but because of you,
someone has a favourite mug to drink their tea out of that you bought them.
Someone hears a song on the radio and it reminds them of you.
Someone has read a book you recommended to them and gotten lost in its pages. Someone’s remembered
a joke you told them and smiled to themselves on the bus. Never think you don’t have an impact.
Your fingerprints can’t be wiped away from the little marks of kindness that you’ve left behind.
Anonymous
The kindnesses we afford others are remembered along the way. Some days, we need to read this little poem as a nice reminder of our worth.
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love this
Thank you Brian!
How wonderful, I often read things under the title of “Faith in Humanity Restored”, your posted poem would fit under the title “FaIth in Ourselves Restored”. Thanks Kristine!
Thank you Gurlie!