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Tony · 08-06-2012, 08:57 AM

Happy Monday Morning!
In my continuing state of being inspired & motivated to do random acts of kindness; today's episode.
At work this morning 2 of the women are trying to figure out where the incessant cricket chirping is coming from. We determine he's under the steel runner of the doorway. So, after listening intently, I stomp my heel onto said runner. Chirping stopped. I walk away pleased with myself. A RIP sign is attached to the door jamb. Problem solved.
Within 15 minutes, the incessant chirping begins again. From under the runner. Where I stomped it. So, now I figure the little guy must be trapped. Can't turn around & get out. So out to my trunk I go & gather some tools. I tear the runner up (because of course the screws are stripped & won't come out). We wait a minute or two, & out comes an enormous cricket from the now destroyed peeled up corner of the runner. He's quickly loaded onto a dust pan by one of the women & released in the wild. Now, while this is not as profound as feeding the homeless, in the end I was grateful my steel toed stomps hadn't killed him. It was after all, one of God's creatures.

08-06-2012, 08:57 AM	#17
Tony Member How Do You Identify?: All Man (FTM if I must have a label) Preferred Pronoun?: Male ones Relationship Status: She's my Southern Comfort Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: Midwest Posts: 412 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 569 Thanked 1,241 Times in 326 Posts Rep Power: 18460391	This is today's (Monday) inspiration/motivation Happy Monday Morning! In my continuing state of being inspired & motivated to do random acts of kindness; today's episode. At work this morning 2 of the women are trying to figure out where the incessant cricket chirping is coming from. We determine he's under the steel runner of the doorway. So, after listening intently, I stomp my heel onto said runner. Chirping stopped. I walk away pleased with myself. A RIP sign is attached to the door jamb. Problem solved. Within 15 minutes, the incessant chirping begins again. From under the runner. Where I stomped it. So, now I figure the little guy must be trapped. Can't turn around & get out. So out to my trunk I go & gather some tools. I tear the runner up (because of course the screws are stripped & won't come out). We wait a minute or two, & out comes an enormous cricket from the now destroyed peeled up corner of the runner. He's quickly loaded onto a dust pan by one of the women & released in the wild. Now, while this is not as profound as feeding the homeless, in the end I was grateful my steel toed stomps hadn't killed him. It was after all, one of God's creatures. __________________ Words are what we hear; they allow the heart to believe what it wants to believe. But actions, actions show us the real truth of what we need to believe.