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To the little boy that sold happiness over 6 years ago, thank you. I doubt you will ever hear this message but if for unbeknownst way the social media gods work their magic and this letter finds its way to you….I want to express my gratitude:

Dear Little Boy (It’s true, I don’t even know your name),

You didn’t know how your happiness would stick with me. That day you were selling happiness at your family’s farmstand I was camping with a group of close friends and one gentleman, one of my dear friends, purchased all of your happiness stones. He handed me on of your stones, and he stated, "Here- happiness." You didn’t know your happiness would show up just when I needed it most-over 6 years later.

You see I kept your stone. That small stone with a smiley face sticker put a smile on my face too. Over the course of time I kept that happiness with me, it traveled all over the country, PA, MD, MI, IL, WI, etc. the list could go on. It stuck with me in graduate school, during presentations, internships, work, moves, tears, stress, finding a job, prayers, funerals, exams and as life would have it-happiness stayed with me.

While moving and going through a challenging transition in my life I had packed up all of my belongings and placed them in a storage room. For almost two years I never opened one of those bins because I was not ready to face the reminders of those items. Through feeling the pressure from others I recently opened up those bins, and I pulled out each item. There was no more happiness when I touched each item. Happiness had been sucked right out of these items as pulled each out one by one in a pile for donation.

I knew there was this one bin, a blue bin with a green lid that I liked to call my “treasure bin.” This bin contained items that were personal to me. Inside was a rosary when I was at the Vatican, a soccer scarf from Italy, my wooden drawing figure, a cube from the Andy Warhol museum, pictures of my family, my cross from my First Communion, my race bibs, a small St. Anne’s statue, a change purse from my sister in South Korea, a gift from a friend who had gone to Spain, and my first thank you card from my first Art Therapy group. There was also another box inside th