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February
15 , 2026 | Vol.#24
Issue#3 |
Go ahead, want it all. Just learn to be happy before it arrives, or you may not notice when it does. Mike
Dooley
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The Circle of Thanks Of all the beautiful forest parks that I'm grateful to have near where I live, the one at Indian Island is my favorite... for several reasons.
One of the locals with whom I've become friends has a special attachment to this park. Mike and his dog, Abbie, come to the park every day and walk the trail on the high bank and then go down to the beach. At the high point of the trail in a small clearing, overlooking the channel between the island and the mainland, there are two old dilapidated, half rotten wood benches. Not too far from the old benches is a brand new bench... hand-made by Mike. Seeing the old rotten benches every day bothered him, and he decided to do something about it. So he went to Fort Flagler, a state park where the rangers had recently made new wooden benches for visitors to sit on and enoy the forest and the views of the bay. He carefully measured the benches and drew up some plans for them. The, with his own money, he purchased the materials and constructed a beautiful, new bench, situated in a small clearing on the high bank overlooking the water. On the edge of the seat he placed a little metal plaque, dedicating the bench to one of his beloved dogs that had recently gone to Dog Heaven. Recently I was enjoying a walk along the path and as I reached the top of the hill where the bench is I saw an older couple seated on the bench. They had a small cooler between them, which I assumed had lunch in it. They also had binoculars on the bench, indicating that they were bird watchers. As I stood behind them, the idea came to me that a photo of people enjoying the bench he'd worked so hard to build might delight Mike. So I walked over to the couple and asked if I could take their photo. "It's for the guy who built this beautiful bench," I explained. "I think he'd enjoy seeing people enjoying his work.He lives nearby, actually, and works at the QFC just down the road in the produce department." They readily agreed and after I took a few photos I told them the story of how Mike went to all the trouble to design the bench and then build it with his own money. I thanked them for letting me take their photo and went on my way. A few days later I printed the photo, placed it in a large envelope, and took it to QFC to give to Mike. As it turned out, he wasn't working, so I left the photo with one of his co-workers who promised to make sure he got it. Weeks later as I was starting out on the path at the Indian Island park I saw Mike and his dog, Abbie walking toward me. He stopped and we began chatting. "Thanks for the photo of the couple on that bench," he said. "They actually came into the store when I was working and introduced themselves to me. They told me that you shared with them how I built it. Then they thanked me for building the bench and the husband shook my hand." And thus a circle of thanks was completed:
As this particulr circle of thanks was completed, I realized that often "thanks" can travel quite a ways before the circle is complete. How far, how large, are your circles of thanks? Love, Online
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