Bubbles . . . no troubles
For over a year or so I would be driving down Cahuenga Blvd. as it forks off Lankershim just passed Universal Studios on the way to work or run errands. Off in my own little world I would notice a bubble or two float by my window. It would put a smile on my face and I could feel my attitude brighten. Where were they coming from? Did whoever put up the bubble machine know how it lifts my spirit and probably others as well?
Being a defensive driver, it was not easy to find the source of the bubbles. Then the bubbles stopped. What a disappointment. A few weeks later, I was pleasantly surprised to find bubbles gliding along once again. It’s surprising how such a small thing can make such an impact on a person’s frame of mind.
I needed to thank whoever was doing this and encourage them to continue because they are really doing something very cool. Got my camera and parked along the street so I could walk and check the source. It was on a pole at the entrance of a car repair shop. I took pictures of the bubbles popping out of the machine and the American flag waving above. A gentleman came out, pulled the ladder over to the pole and began to add more bubble liquid to the machine.
He then introduced himself, shook my hand and told me that if I ever needed anything to come by. I in turn told him how much I appreciated the bubbles and what a difference they made for me. His reply was, “bubbles, no troubles.”
Thank you for bringing sunshine into my life. It’s the little things that seem to be the most important.
Being a defensive driver, it was not easy to find the source of the bubbles. Then the bubbles stopped. What a disappointment. A few weeks later, I was pleasantly surprised to find bubbles gliding along once again. It’s surprising how such a small thing can make such an impact on a person’s frame of mind.
I needed to thank whoever was doing this and encourage them to continue because they are really doing something very cool. Got my camera and parked along the street so I could walk and check the source. It was on a pole at the entrance of a car repair shop. I took pictures of the bubbles popping out of the machine and the American flag waving above. A gentleman came out, pulled the ladder over to the pole and began to add more bubble liquid to the machine.
He then introduced himself, shook my hand and told me that if I ever needed anything to come by. I in turn told him how much I appreciated the bubbles and what a difference they made for me. His reply was, “bubbles, no troubles.”
Thank you for bringing sunshine into my life. It’s the little things that seem to be the most important.
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