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Slowly losing myself in all of this.
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I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”Love everything about this
haha the “By God! I Better do something!” line makes this story
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Kydric is made of muffins, spiders, and happiness. With a dash of DANGER ZONE.
Kydric Luyen is made of boy, pencils, and determination. With a dash of Picasso
Kydric Thanh-Toan Luyen is made of music, oatmeal, and happiness. With a dash of new school.
:P Sounds fun.
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you still have to keep going.
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