Thanks.

In My Humble Opinion
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Thanks to my coworker, for finally dragging someone else into that awkward little rhetorical trap of yours. I now see that you don’t actually have a problem with me or my work; you just have a weird way of making conversation, apparently, and that’s a-ok with me.

Thanks, Mom, for being the best mom you knew how to be. You always, above all else, tried to do what you thought was best for us (even though you had some crazy ideas about what that entailed), and I know that was very difficult for you. I miss you.

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Thanks to whomever it was that found my son’s wallet in Florida. He was going crazy after we left to return home. One minute he figures he lost it, then he blames his brother, then he decides that someone stole it, the scum! When the police called to tell us it had been turned in, unharmed, by some unknown person, you didn’t just restore some cheap property to my child - you restored his faith in humanity. Thank you, thank you.

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Thanks, buttonjockey308, for starting this thread.

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Thanks to my ARNP – I see you every year for prescription renewals and hate anything more than that but you made me feel comfortable to have to go through a physical and you took the time to discuss my questions and explain what you were doing.

Thanks to my co-worker who gave a me a hint on how to do something and it was enough for me to figure out a task I didn’t understand and now do!

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Thanks to the volunteers and city workers who tend to the local public green space. It’s not a large park, but it’s very beautiful. This time of the year it hosts several well attended festivals, which I adore and always attend. The attendance often numbers over 50,000, that’s quite a beating for a small city park. And, a lot of garbage too.

I am out walking my dog before 7 am, and I see you out doing the thankless job of picking up the garbage and manicuring the grounds. You do a great job and the park looks awesome.

Just in time for the Folk Festival. So, like, thanks!

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Thank you “guy from Missouri” who stopped to check on me when I was sitting on the hood of my broken down car in the emergency lane of I-65N just shy of Louisville. I was phoneless and concerned for an agonizing 15 minutes before you pulled off to lend me your phone. Thank you for refusing money from me to talk long distance on your dime. I don’t know anyone else from Missouri, so I think very highly of your state now due to confirmation bias.

Thank you to the volunteer fire fighters who dialed 911 when he saw that my truck was shooting flames from underneath my engine on I-65S around exit 105. My heat was out and I was nearly frozen when you invited me to bask in the comfy warmth of your truck’s cab. Thank you for having been on the way to a putting out a large fire in the area when you pulled over to help me. You built up a month’s worth of karma that day and you’re an everyday hero.

Thank you to the cop that explained the laymans of a radar gun in detail when I brought up the subject while sitting in your car while watching my truck burn to the ground. I was shaken up and just wanted to talk about anything to keep me from going crazy. I think you picked up on that and you kept my mind occupied with new information until I could get a grasp on the situation.

Thank you to the girl who escorted me to my cousin’s funeral. I could have gone with my family, but I would rather stare into the very essence of beauty than the sorrowful eyes of my family. I loved you madly…I don’t know if you ever knew it since I never said it. You drove an hour to cart me around. Thank you for being the only beacon of light during a very dark period. Your constant concern during that period of time may have saved my life.