PUNTABULOUS KNOWS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

So I didn’t have very many friends in high school. The few I had were really great, but with the way our schedules worked out, they were very rarely in any of my classes.

On the last day of my sophmore year, my english teacher had us all sit in a circle and throw a nerf ball around to anyone we wanted to thank, and then state the reason why we wanted to thank them.

Without any friends in the class, I watched as the ball was passed from friend to friend all around me. It wasn’t unexpected, I knew what we were getting into when we started the “game”. But obviously it wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

Did every high school have that ridiculously perfect girl in it? The homecoming queen with the quarterback boyfriend and the perfect good looks, and the perfect grades, that you would just love to hate if she wasn’t so damn nice?

Well the one in my high school was named Kerri, and she threw me the ball. And she said she just wanted to thank me for always being so nice and friendly, and for always having a smile on my face.

She obviously could have chosen to throw it to one of her several friends who were in the class, but she was too good for that. So she threw it to me.

I wouldn’t remember this incident ten years later if it didn’t mean anything to me. So this Christmas, tell someone that you think they’re nice. Because ten years later it will still make them smile.

Merry Christmas.