There is a story that defines happiness:
Two women in an old age home share stories about their sons. The first woman says, with disgust, that her son is so busy and only visits her once a week. When he visits, he only brings her one lousy piece of candy. Also, she says, his wife is so spoiled – she never cooks, all they do is eat out, and she shops all day. What a miserable son she has! The second woman describes her son, with utter gratitude: he is so busy, yet never goes a week without visiting her. Every time he visits, he brings something sweet for her, like a piece of candy…how thoughtful! And you should see how he treats his wife like a Queen – he takes her shopping and out to dinner all the time. A true mench!
Two women. Same story. Two wildly different perspectives. One woman is happy and grateful, while the other is miserable.
Working the Door at a Bar in SaMo =
FIGHTING CRIME & PROTECTING LOS ANGELES’ YOUTH
Promoting High-End Apartments Next to USC =
HOUSING THE HOMELESS & PROVIDING STUDENTS WITH A SAFE PLACE TO STUDY
Handing out Free T-Shirts =
CLOTHING THE BARE-BACKED
(Whoa. Don’t Nobody Wanna See Dat.)
Hosting Dating Events =
MATCHMAKING & BUILDING FAMILIES FOR GENERATIONS TO COME
Handing out Free Water Bottles =
QUENCHING THE THIRST OF…THE THIRSTY. THE VERY, VERY THIRSTY
Moving Back in with my Parents =
SPENDING QUALITY TIME WITH MY FAMILY
So, goodbye to the slums of Beverly Hills (You didn’t hear what happened? Don’t worry, blog or YouTube†video coming soon!), and hello to the house I grew up in. Oh, and next time I move out, it better be because my future fiance put a ring on it!