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To: Crocodile who wrote (58033)	12/14/2006 1:08:25 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 104197

Okay... Now it's YOUR turn Itsall! okay. i was in college and everyone was packing up after their finals were done and getting ready to head home for the holidaze. an older looking hunched over asian man with a young granddotter was there to help pack up a lot of stuff in their car to bring grandson home. the car was loaded up but in the confusion he didn't know where the grandson was. i tried my best to help him find him but i was also in a rush to pack up my own belongings because it was getting dark out and was beginning to snow. i run up and down every floor knocking on all sorts of doors and no one knew were to find him. after 45 minutes of this i finally located the correct asian person and reunited him with his grandfather. someone on the hall i lived on was pumping christmas songs out of the speakers of his stereo. my good deed helped put me in the christmas spirit and i continued packing and singing. there was a knock at my open door. it was the hunched over asian man's grand dotter. she gestured to me to come and help. i thot something happened to the old man and ran down the steps. i found him outside in the blowing snow staring at his flat tire with his hands on his head worrying about what to do. with the frigid wind growling in my face, i asked him if he wanted some help changing it. we had to completely unpack his car to get to the spare tire, jack and tire iron. my jacket was back up the 3rd floor and i had no gloves. as i tried my best to break each lugnut free all i could think about how much this sucks. his own grandson was a wiz at physics but couldn't figure out how to change a tire. it took all i could muster to break free the nuts. i even had to trudge through the snow to my car to get a hammer to bang on them to crack the rust. the snow stung my hands and everything sucked. then suddenly i could hear silent night being played out of those speakers upstairs with people singing. that christmas spirit filled me up again. it warmed my hand and i actually enjoyed the cold wind. it sort of energized me. i cranked off the remaining lug nuts, put on the tire and smiled at the old hunched over man. he pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and offered it to me. ($20 bucks is a lot of money to a college kid back then. it could be a few cases of beer.) i simply told him no thanks, smiled at him and said, "have a merry christmas." he smiled, waved to me as he got into the driver's side of his buick regal and drove off into the large snow flakes coming down. it still warms me up when i think of that gift to a total stranger. i don't think i have felt the christmas spirit quite as strongly ever since. -il