Monday, April 1, 2013

Cleaner than when you arrived...

I used to pick up trash and throw it away.  My parents were very big on this - even when camping, my dad would always make us leave our spot cleaner than it was when we got there.  And if there was no trash to be found, we'd have to look around until we found some to clean up, or we couldn't leave.

Now I look at a piece of garbage and I immediately see the germs lingering all over it.  I imagine those germs winding up on my fingers and then on my children the next time I pick one up.

Then I leave it there.

(Actually I still pick it up about half the time.  Then I'm always looking for a place to wash my hands.)

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