I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
I think part of what bothers me about anti-millennial rhetoric is that it never provides a solution. It simply places blame and moves on. “Killing the cereal industry” doesn’t follow with how to have more time for breakfast, or how to feel about the fact Kellogg’s was created to be purposefully tasteless. “Killing the housing market” okay how do you fix institutional bias against race how do you make enough on minimum wage to afford a house how do you pay taxes on that house. “Killing the diamond industry” how do I stop people from dying for those diamonds or deal with false inflation.
Just tell me. If it’s all my fault, how do I fix it. Because really, realistically, I’m avoiding buying certain things because I don’t have the money or moral ambivalence for it. So instead of blaming me, tell me what we are supposed to do.
See, but if you do. If you start trying to figure out “why arent they spending their money on a lie we sold them” - maybe you’d figure out the solution isn’t just to say “it’s their fault and they owe us an apology and gratitude.” Maybe you’ll figure out the problem starts with you.