Food for Thought [1.9.09]

Today I came home to find a card on my bed. A good friend gave it to me, and I was surprised at how great it made me feel. It's not like I thought any different of that friend before the card, so why feel so different after? What gives? Was it the thought that counted? And if it was, what thought was the specific one that counted? The thought of simply sending someone a card? The thought of specifically picking me to send it to? Maybe it was a combination of all of that. Whatever it was, it was powerful because it was thoughtful. I never realized how much that kind of stuff meant: to go out into the world and do something small that means something big.