I was chatting with my downstairs neighbor last night, when he mentioned that I had inspired him. ~lil grin~ The fact that I inspire anyone is such an amazing feeling, so I had to know more.
Turns out that he had run out of butter while his wife had taken their car for its inspection and maintenance. The store is roughly a half-mile away, has nice sidewalks, and is mostly flat, so he decided to walk there BECAUSE he knows I do it all the time. He was tired by the time he got there, but he did it! I wanted to hug him!
First chance I got, I told my husband about my positive influence. When I got to the part of how he had walked to the store, he was like "Good God! That could have KILLED him!" Our neighbor is about 64, had bypass surgery over 3 years ago, and is a diabetic, so my husband's concern was justified. However, he also works out regularly at the Y, so the thought of worrying about him taking a walk hadn't even occurred to me!
So there I was, bubbling with all these warm fuzzies, and it was like my husband was using them for target practice!
~grins~ I stopped him, though... I simply told him, "Hey, don't kill my warm fuzzies!!! They're too delicate to treat like that!" He grinned, but after a few moments of discussing the life expectancy of warm fuzzies, and verifying that the neighbor is indeed okay, he apologized for over-reacting.
So, please protect your own warm fuzzies, wherever they may appear! Trust me, They are a lot more enjoyable than Tribbles, but even they were simply misunderstood!