One man's trash is another man's treasure... I was hoping that was true today.
As I sat out waiting for people to pull up and realize they couldn't live without my old used stuff, i went over the memories many of the items had. My first set of dishes I bought on my own for my first apartment. A jacket that an old friend bought me after a fun filled day in Lancaster. TONS of teaching supplies that I have gathered over the years and so on.
Something I also enjoyed were the random conversations with people that stopped by. A teaching assistant of a Pre-K class from Brooklyn. A woman and her autistic son. A high school science teacher. A lady who just kept yelling/nagging at her husband. A teaching assistant that struggled to go back to school for her teaching degree and who is taking her first job this fall as a certified teacher. A couple that just moved her from Idaho, etc. Different backgrounds. Different stories. Different situations from different walks of life.
As much as I wanted other people to take my trash and turn it into their treasure, just the opposite happened. As they were telling their tales of hardships, I treasured each story and remembered to give thanks for all the blessings I had in my life. (Even if at the moment I wasn't feeling particularly lucky) Bottom line I feel the majority of people are kind hearted, hard working, and just want to get along with others and be the best they can be.
They also bought LOTS of my stuff.
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