I’m not even sure why this topic came up, as hubby and I splurged on soup and salad at Panera Bread last night….. but he told me about a guy that used to work for him when we lived in another state, and he said that at least once a week, this employee would thank him for his job. This man also shared that in his opinion, the greatest sin in this world was ungratefulness. While I understand that we are not supposed to rank sins, the more we processed this opinion, the more sense it made.
Doing unexpected things for others is something I enjoy. From letting someone go in front of you in line at the store to surprising a friend with a mid-afternoon iced tea at work, that single moment of “you did this for me?” is a little high. Perhaps I am shining the light on the fact that I am a selfish giver? That is not my intention. My purpose is for that person to be reminded that they matter.
But is it harder to give when it is expected? Is it even a gift when it’s not from your heart? As we come into this season of Thanksgiving, are we pausing to be thankful? Are we making our list and checking it twice out of obligation and tradition?
I want to strive to be more grateful for the little things and the big things. I am going to give from my heart and hope it is understood. I am going to attempt to smile when I’m on the phone so that it will be “heard” on the other end of the line. (possible exception would be the insurance adjuster from my summer car accident! ha!) I am going to put my smart phone aside when I am with others and be in the moment. How can future generations teach kindness and gratefulness and attentiveness, if they do not know it?
May we all be grateful. Not just in November, but every day. May we recognize reminders of our blessings. The sun in the winter, the diamonds in the snow, the giggle of a baby, the warm soup on the stove, an old photograph. You will know. And you will smile.
The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough~
There’s been a lot of moving going on around here this summer. Moving makes ya tired! Thought I’d jump on for a minute to say hello and wish you a happy holiday!
Be nice to people. Bad stuff happens to good people every day. Sometimes your smile or kind word can make all the difference. Hugs ♥
While I was away for a few days, a couple of tomato hornworms came to visit. It’s always the same. Something appears to be missing.
like all the leaves on a plant! You see a bunch of okra seed underneath the now bare plant. it’s not okra, it’s poop! You realize you have uninvited guests. I do hope they don’t come back! I did not know the devil horned critters liked jalapeno peppers!
So what creepy visitors have you fed this season?
Happy Friday. And be nice to people….even though it’s not always so easy.
Gotta love an imagination! This art car was in a parking lot where I shopped today. It was a scorcher outside, but it didn’t stop folks like me from stopping, snapping a few photos, giggling a little, and chatting with each other.
Check out the info sheet on the window!
And to the artist ~Thanks for giving me a reason to “pause” with strangers/friends today.
Be nice to people.
I wandered around a garage sale that held treasures from the life of someone else. There were many vintage items and I adore vintage. But we were on the road with limited room in the vehicle, so I settled on one item that I thought would mix well with my goodies at home. The sticker said $2.00 and I handed the lady a five dollar bill. She slowly looked behind her one way….then the other way….holding my money but not acknowledging me. Then she said to another lady that stepped around the corner…. wasn’t this five dollars? To which she replied, No….I changed it to two. Her meaning then slapped me in the face. If you are insinuating that I switched prices, you would be mistaken. Her eyes got big and she said…. um….No…. There were no apologies. I took my change and my cow picture and then saw the look on hubby’s face as he had watched the accusation exchange. I can’t believe you didn’t just leave without the picture! I know….I have never been accused of stealing before either. But I really wanted that picture for $2.00 ….so that’s why I still bought it.
I fumed over that incident for the next couple of days and shared it with anyone that would listen. How many people are falsely accused and are now living a different life than they should be or a life of incarceration because someone didn’t have all the facts, and would not own up to their mistake?
Then I had a flashback of fifth or sixth grade. The lady that ran the little store across the street from our little school came across to visit with several of us for a few minutes. She was wearing her money apron. I don’t know why we were playing with the quarters, but I was holding two of them. As she started to go back across the street, instead of her taking them in her hand, I put them back in her pocket. A day or two later she saw me in front of the school and confronted me in front of my friends. She told me that I had never returned the quarters and I owed her fifty cents. She was going to add it to my tab at the store. I reminded her of my putting them back in her pocket, but she said, No. They weren’t there. You never did. I really don’t know why a woman thirty plus years older than me would want to embarrass and accuse me. Nor did I understand why she needed an extra fifty cents! But the next day, I went to her store and approached her. I told her that she and I both knew that I had returned those coins to her pocket. I didn’t know why she say otherwise ….but that I would replace the fifty cents from my lunch money, if she insisted. She took my quarters. It still baffles me to this day. My opinion of this woman changed. Her niceties to me as I continued to grow up in the same town, were never taken to heart. My word and integrity and character mattered to me and I would keep mine.
In summary….. I am not a thief. Unless you hesitate in eating your sugar cookie. Now that’s a different story entirely.