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Reblog

So in the OM&M pit yesterday they had a wall of death. I went in it and as I was walking out, some dude sized me up and punched me in the side of the head. Disorientated, I stumbled out of the pit and laid on the ground. A girl noticed me holding my head and came over and insisted I take her bottle of water. Fuckin’ nice hey. Then an older man comes over, holds his hand out with an OM&M guitar pick (pictured) in his hand. “Take it.” he said, so I grabbed it, shook his and and said thanked him heaps. Then they played Second and Sebring. When it finished he came back over to me and I thanked him again, then he said “It’s my son’s pick”, so I asked who his son was, he replied “Alan, he just played” while he pointed to the stage. Gobsmacked I extended my gratitude to him and shook his hand again. Faith in people restored after that. Definitely made my day.