Tom Oatmeal

My mom used to read us this story every year.  ”The Little Match Girl,” by Hans Christian Anderson.  The ending always made us sad and my mom would tell us that if nobody on this earth loved you, you just died automatically.  It was scary at the time, but now that we’re older, my siblings and I are very cognizant of population rates and know that it’s pretty hard to strike out THAT bad.  But still, it’s a good reminder to get out there and network from time to time.  

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