By golly, at long last I got it right! I feel like I just hit a home run. (Although, I’ve never actually hit a baseball home run.) For those of you who follow Mindful Midweek, you know I’m often on the wrong side of the fence when it comes to giving advice.

But last week, I shared my hunch that the little choices we make each day can make a big difference in our quality of life and the lives of those around us.

Responses poured in. Many stories touched my heart and proved the gist of my premise. It will be two weeks before there is time to select all ten $50 winners from last week’s contest, but I couldn’t wait to share at least a couple examples.

From John Bureman

Oklahoma City, OK

It was pouring down rain when my wife and I and our 7-year-old son left the restaurant. I was almost to the car when I saw an old man with a walker. He was having a very difficult time getting up over the curb. My family was already in the car, so I ran back and helped him up on the sidewalk. I went back to the car soaked to the bone. Six months later, on Father’s Day, my son gave me a card. On the outside, it said, “I love my dad because.” On the inside, it said, “He’s my hero.” There was a place for him to draw his “hero.” What he drew was two stick figures: a man with a walker and me with my stick figure arm around him, helping him up the curb. My son asked, “Why are you crying dad, don’t you like it?” I realized that the simple choice to give a man a hand would be with my son forever.

From Sharon DuPlayee

Kittery, ME

Fifteen years ago, I was living on a small island with daily traffic congestion. Every time I drove, I would spend the time cursing out and name-calling the other drivers for their lack of driving etiquette. Fortunately, this was a tropical island requiring constant air-conditioning and closed windows, so my road rage was contained inside the car. The only person actually subjected to my strongly expressed frustration and anger was me. During Lent of my last year on the island, I chose to give up the cursing and name-calling when behind the wheel, and instead consciously chose to believe their driving may be justified for reasons unbeknownst to me. Shortly after making this choice, I found that driving could actually be a pleasant experience. That singular choice in my own driving habits had a lasting impact on my daily life. That choice has allowed me to easily forgive the minor infractions that cross my path and/or road with the added benefit of less exposure to foul language.

See what I mean? Our lives are packed with little stories that have changed our world.