What makes you happy? September 26

Published on Wednesday, 25 September 2013 21:41 - Written by

MEMORY

WHO: Justin Earley, Tyler

WHAT: New York City

WHY: When I moved to NYC to work at CNBC when I was 22, I never felt more alone than when my dad dropped me off and left me on my own for the first time ever in this big, scary place. But as he drove away the wind blew all these dandelion seeds out of nowhere. Seriously, it looked like it was snowing. As anyone who is proud of their lawn knows dandelions will grow anywhere. That was like a message from God telling me wherever he sends me, I will make it.

 

MOMENT

WHO: Samantha Dwight, Tyler

WHO: Eating raspberries

WHY: The moment when I toss a perfectly ripened raspberry in my mouth and taste all the sunshine, rain and cool nights of summer back home, where raspberry bushes in the back yard made summer breakfasts blissful.

 

ACTIVITY

WHO: Donna Kachlic, Lindale

WHAT: Walking in the woods

WHY: I love walking in the woods in the morning with my dogs and my honey. It's good exercise, the dogs are entertaining, and I love to share the experience of the outdoors, birds chirping and sunshine with my honey.

 

BOOK

WHO: Lisa Hamilton Godfrey, Tyler

WHAT: “How to Win Friends and Influence People,” by Dale Carnegie

WHY: How to Win Friends and Influence People” is one of the first best-selling self-help books ever published. Written by Dale Carnegie and first published in 1936, it has sold 15 million copies worldwide.

 

PLACE

WHO: Crystal Heddins, Mineola

WHAT: Husband’s arms

WHY: (My favorite place is) having my husband's arms wrapped around me. It makes me feel peace, warmth, love, security and happiness.

 

FOOD

WHO: Sarah Starr

WHAT: Pie

WHY: Pie makes me happy! I mean, who doesn’t like pie? Apple pie makes me think of my momma. Chocolate pie reminds me of my friend Ann. Pumpkin pie says Thanksgiving.

Lemonade pie tells me it’s summer, and my husband made dessert. Strawn’s strawberry pie is worth a drive. But the ultimate custard pie reminds me of sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen talking to her about her garden, the next trip we’ll take or what we’ll eat for breakfast! Pie, of course!