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Happiness!!! Go Share It!

I have been thinking of writing about this for over a month now, ever since I came to know about it, but well its here now.

On a sunny and rather hot morning of April, I was reading through MIT Blogs (which I do often) when I cam across this rather informative article. It was about something called Project Happy Memory. It's a fantastic thing (as I see it) created by Christina (I don't know her last name), a MIT alum.This website asks users to simply post their happiest memories on its page, so that it could be shared with everyone else who stumbles on that site.It an excellent way to share some smiles, which I am sure are needed everywhere.

Visit that site, read the memories of various personae there, and then, share your own. Its always good to spread smiles and happiness, ain't it? Well, as the header on Project Happy Memories' page proclaims :-
Happiness was born a twin; to have joy, one must share it.


Here I am sharing a memory which I particularly happened to like from that site. It's written by a guy called Jason, and is rather touching in it's own way. Here it goes :-


Summa Cum Laude
The day of my sister’s college graduation dawned warm and bright. My mood, though, was anything but: I was feeling, as is my wont, pretty down on myself, and I dreaded having to sit through a long ceremony. Then, at the entrance, we were handed our programs, and I saw something that melted my heart and made all the external pressures disappear for the day. As the ceremony progressed, it came time to give out special awards. Only one person in the graduating class was getting a degree summa cum laude. The head of the college gave a speech extolling the virtues and abilities of this person, and when my sister stepped up, grinning, to accept her medal, I looked at her favorite teachers and saw the pride and affection in their eyes. She had attended a small liberal arts school, and it was clear that everybody here knew her and loved her, that she would be truly missed. I had thought that being valedictorian of my high school class was a proud moment, but somehow watching my sister grow up and take the top spot — not just intellectually, but as someone heavily involved in campus life — was a thousand times better. My parents and I stood and clapped and cried, not caring if we looked foolish. When they handed out the diplomas, and every official and professor smiled hugely at Kait as they shook her hand, I looked down again at my program. There was a section at the end in which all of the honors students had been allowed to give recognition to one person who had inspired them, someone they looked up to. Most named celebrities, parents, grandparents. I had been feeling worthless, but that feeling dissipated as I read, next to my sister’s name, “Jason Pianiste: brother.”
Jason. Philadelphia, PA

The original MIT blog where I first read about all this can be found here.

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