Memories are powerful things, able to bring joy or sadness simply by recalling the past. Some memories are definitely better than others, though; especially the ones that bring a smile to your face every time you remember.
Reddit user Docter-Donut asked:
Bout a year ago, was in a discount grocery store. I had about $20 left after bills and rent, so was having to carefully pick what to buy. In the end, after umming and ahing for a couple of minutes over whether I could afford to spend $6 on coffee I put it back on the shelf and went to the register.
As I'm walking out of the shop I hear a woman call after me: "Young man, you forgot this" I turn around and she thrusts the jar of coffee into my bag, I go to protest and she cuts me off saying; "I remember what it was like, not having enough money and having to go without. You take that coffee and enjoy it mate," the biggest smile on her face. She was like a beacon of light during one of my darkest times, and I always remember her, with every cup of coffee I can't help but smile. Because now each cup reminds me there are truly good people in the world.
My daughter was born in July. The following fall she often would cry at night. I would wrap her in a blanket and take her for a walk. Moments after we got into the cool fall air, she would fall asleep but I would make the walk last as long as I could. Now every fall when the first cool evening hits I smile and often take a walk. She's now 38.
My favorite childhood memory is, and always will be, sitting at the kitchen table having a coffee with my mom. We would just sit and talk for hours about everything over a pot of coffee.
Truthfully, everytime I have a coffee I think of those times and smile. That probably contributes to my caffeine addiction. I need a coffee to get thru my day has totally different meaning for me. That joyful thought always rights whatever wrong is going on.
She lives several States away now and is getting older. I don't know how many coffee talks we have left, but I'll always have the ones we've already had.
When my friend got hit in the face with a piece of broccoli at a hibachi restaurant
Thinking about my cat, Cricket, and how he loved hanging out with me in my garage, like he was my assistant working on the car or sat with me during rainstorms. He was so much fun.
One time my brother said something funny while I was eating cereal and I had a huge mouthful of unchewed mini wheats and milk and I started to laugh but then my sister said something funnier and then I though of the most epic funny thing to say but I was trapped in the state of laughter/trying not to spit out or choke on my food. Which actually made me laugh even harder because of the situation I was in. Then my brother looks at me like wtf is wrong with you and I just point at him and then my sister and then myself and it was so stupid and I just fell to the floor crying with laughter.
I used to work for a landscaping company cutting grass in industrial parks. One day I was cutting a huge piece of lawn after a light rain, and stirred up a bunch of bugs. Some swallows must have noticed and went on a sort of feeding frenzy all around me for like 1/2 hour. I would be riding along and a bird would swoop what felt like inches from my head, and then spiral all around to catch more bugs. After watching them for a minute or so I knew they wouldn't crash into me, so it was like being given a private air show.
My husband and I have a habit of touching feet when we sleep- a nice cute comfort thing because cuddling in your sleep is just impractical and sweaty.
Once we were napping in the study on the inflatable mattress. We were head to toe because I was trying to use my phone while charging it.
We fell asleep, and i woke up and instinctively reached my toes to his toes.
I heard a muffled "Hey!!!" because I forgot we were head to toe and shoved my feet around his head instead.
Its been 10 years and i still laugh thinking about it.
Back in college, I was eating at Chipotle with my friend Anthony, who is typically a pretty suave guy. As we were talking, he was alternating between taking sips of his beer and dumping Tabasco on his burrito before taking a bite.
He gets lost in our conversation and I see him grab the Tabasco and start bringing it to his lips before catching himself and grabbing his beer instead. Then I see him do it again, getting even closer to his mouth this time before realizing his mistake. He laughs it off.
Another minute goes by and, exceeding all expectations, he grabs his beer and pours it into his burrito.
My mom found out she had stage 4 lung cancer when I was 2 and passed away when I was 6. When she got diagnosed, she was given 6 months to live so, needless to say, she gave us lots of amazing memories and really lived in the moment.
The one story I always tell when talking about my mom was how one day she let me and my older sister stay home, which was a big deal in 1st and 3rd grade already. We went to Bulk Barn and got EVERY item we wanted. When we got home, we snuggled in my parents' bed, spread out what felt like a never ending amount of bags of chocolate/candy, and watched Disney movies all afternoon. When my dad came home from work, he just jumped right in and joined us.
It was right before she went into hospice and the last "good day" I remember her having before she passed so the memory holds a special place in my heart.
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