Stolen happiness

Stolen happiness Open letter to the person who stole the one-cent gumball machine from my restaurant: It means a great deal to me personally because it was a birthday gift from my staff who took the time to find a gift that I could proudly display in a s

Open letter to the person who stole the one-cent gumball machine from my restaurant:

It means a great deal to me personally because it was a birthday gift from my staff who took the time to find a gift that I could proudly display in a space that I spent over a year designing, creating and building with my own hands. It means a great deal to others also. Like the children who come to my restaurant and smile each time they put a penny into a little machine, twist a button and receive a coloured gumball.

It has become part of their visit, which makes them giggle, and there is nothing that makes the world a happier place than a child’s smile.

While you may think that a few pennies won’t be missed, all those little coins add up after a while and then I spend a number of hours rolling them to purchase food, toys and supplies for the Mae Bacher Animal Shelter around Christmas time.

So you see, you’ve not only taken a bit of happiness from me, but from many others also.

If you have found lately things in your life are not going very well and you can’t figure out why, that’s called karma; what you put out comes back to you in greater numbers.

Please find it in your heart to bring my gumball machine back. There will be no questions asked.

Lil, Lil’s Place Ð ‘50s Diner

Main Street, Whitehorse

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