I thank the People's Republic of China for granting me and my husband permission to adopt our absolutely wonderful, strong and lovely daughter, Faye, and for giving us the opportunity to be parents and a family together.
Submitted by: Susan
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( 3.1 / 83 )I would like to thank my wife for loving me through tough times, when she didn't want to, for forgiving me for forgetting love is about endurance, the long view.
Submitted by: Jeff
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( 2.9 / 70 )There was this bird on the sidewalk. It was a city sidewalk. Night was coming on and it would have been easy to step on it -- moving as fast as we do here, in the city, I almost did. I stood by it for a time, making sure no one would. The bird was young; it had more fluff than feathers, and it would not move no matter what I did to cause it to. A woman came upon me and saw the bird. We agreed it was in danger (more than one kind, it seems). I asked if she had a napkin or something so I could pick it up and move it (I remembered warnings, trustworthy or not, from all sorts of people about not touching birds; that our oils, our hands are a threat to them). She had a plastic bag full of stuff. She dumped the bag out on the sidewalk and handed it to me so I could use it as a glove. She didn't even hesitate; her stuff just poured out. The bird trembled in my bagged hand but didn't resist. It was unbelievably tiny and fragile. I could have crushed it. I put it in a planter, made sure it had its footing, and then I returned the bag. I wanted to hug that woman, but she was getting her stuff together and probably would have found it odd that I was so grateful. But we saved that bird for a time and she was so willing, understood my need to help so perfectly. Like I said, she didn't hesitate, and that bird was so tiny.
Submitted by: Grace
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( 2.8 / 62 )My friend Sam: I need to thank everything that is everything for her. She's been a shock of pleasure, joy, chaos, and comfort in my life. She's known some challenges, and though she wasn't blessed with the most loving mother, she's learned to love and live with such intensity, ingenuity, and grace. I'm not kidding. This woman puts that nurture thing to shame. She's created herself and does so every day – she's got her eyes on life as she'd like to see and live it, not as it was doled out on the sad soup line. I wish you knew her. She'd make you laugh and cry.
Submitted by: Colette
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( 2.9 / 85 )PG-
Thank you for going out to dinner with me after that awful movie.
You are the loveliest thing around.
Submitted by: Coyote
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( 3.2 / 83 )The guy at my local coffee place, a friend and a stranger both, was kind to me today. A song was playing about the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe it was a Prince song; I could only hear the high notes over the din. He said, "That's your song; that's about you." Yes, he's a practiced flirt, and I'm sure that's a line he's used on any number of women today, but I needed it this morning -- I was tired and lonely and the weather has been too heavy and unpromising for October. Once in a while every woman likes to think for a time -- for the length of time a compliment and its afterglow lasts -- that she's the loveliest thing around, that someone might write a song just for her.
Submitted by: G girl
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( 2.9 / 76 )I want to thank New York City -- it's a big, bad, beautiful place. It smells and it shines. It offers so much and it takes so much. It works you, but it lets you work it too -- it can be a dirty old miracle-maker and because its citizens know that, we all walk around full of expectancy, some dread, but really with hope popping through us. It can happen here. It does all the time. It's happening right now.
Submitted by: Your city neighbor
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