OMGoodness — Did I actually do this?

OMGoodness — this actually happened? 

An honest-to-goodness “this happened?” moment occurred yesterday. Leaving a restaurant parking lot a family walked behind my car, and fear of other children with them caused me to proceed very cautiously backing up. There was a friendly server outside the restaurant directing me.

SO the same family was next to me, all of a sudden the man jumped out of the ‘shotgun’ seat and started yelling and shaking his finger at me. “You don’t have to cut it so close. You have lots of room.”

May we say “Gobsmacked”?

My immediate reaction was to explain why we were moving slowly and so closely…he did not want to hear anything and started back to the car.

As I recalled my own words, said: “I love you.”

The Heart of a Child.

The Heart of a Child.

Then stuck side-by-side, my retaliation side came out, and I blew him kisses. NOT my finest moment, the motive was not love but retaliation. #notokay #sarcasmhasitsplaceandthiswasnotoneofthosetimes

On this Monday morning, it’s my hope you don’t have an encounter giving an opportunity to retaliate. If you do, try “I love you” without following my poor example of blowing kisses. Of course, this was not my proudest moment; I’ll be working on this today. #hopingforanodramaday 

 


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I love you. There, I said it. I Love you.

We don’t say it enough. Reminded of a former paramour (NOT illicit) ended his very first call to me with “I Love You.”

It wasn’t two seconds, he called back with a bon mot ending his call “See you later, Buddy.”

He was probably dumbstruck by what he’d said previously. Heaven forbid I’d believe him.

It was all funny to me.  Did I think he was IN LOVE with me? Of course not. It was a sentiment he felt in the moment after a great conversation. His fear was real. Heaven forbid might “LIKE” him or worse “LOVE” him. It’s sad to me so many feel this way about the words “I love you”.

If we weren’t so afraid of what might happen, what WOULD happen? What COULD happen? Well, for starters we might diminish the hate mongering we see so much these days. It’s really exhausting, to read about so much hate. Can’t imagine what it’s like for the haters, how does one’s heart hold that much hate?

Safely, I can say to you I do not hate anyone. Life is too short. Don’t hate those who lie to me – and believe me when I tell you I’ve had a little too much of that lately.

One should never mistake our kindness, my kindness for stupidity.

IF we hate anyone, anyone at all, we are among the haters. That’s where I never want to find myself, how about you?

Let’s have great conversations and tell each other “I love you” before we hang up. Isn’t this a lovely thought?  It is to me.

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Change what you say, read, watch and discuss. 

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Trying

Who do you surround yourself with? It makes a difference. I have been known to use inappropriate language, usually when pushed beyond a good point. Always ask friends and co-workers NOT to surprise me. 

Several years ago someone came into my house and even with our protests made volumes of food my Mother and I should not eat. Then, without warning, they left everything for me to clean up! Going into my kitchen saw the farm-sized sink piled high with dishes with food and flatware still ‘intact’.  The countertops were a mess too.

The piece de’resistance was going to the trash can. A trash bag was replaced by our guests incorrectly so it fell and was useless.  Even tho’ obviously useless, it had been used for throw-away food by our cook. 

One. Two. Three.

In public relations we always want THREE minimum pieces of coverage to make a difference in whatever we are publicizing.  It works in other ways too. I lost it at THREE. Three surprises. 

Does not excuse me.

Yes, I said it, I did. One time, the first time in a very long time. Over five years ago. This was during the time I was my Mother’s main caregiver, I was emotionally exhausted. (It was a privilege to be with her and would do it again in a New York minute.) But was always mentally tired.  Makes me cry now. 

An apology was demanded by email from the cook and family.  It was very hard to do – after consulting a wise friend, I apologized. Tried to create a dialogue to avoid the same thing happening again. The clean-up took two days, think I cried the entire time cleaning. In short, I was told my apology was not genuine and they ‘boycotted’ me, even when coming to see Mother, turning their heads away from me if they passed me in my own house. Their child even turned her head upon the sight of me. I was heartbroken, as was my Mother.  

When Mother died there was a brief apology, only to be followed by a renewed boycott for something else. I have apologized. Was never allowed the requested option of meeting face-to-face. 

Seque today. The sermon was Forgiveness. Forgiveness. Dare I say, it soothed my heart to hear? Do I still have work to do? OF COURSE, believe I always will.  

It’s my hope you will go to this site and listen to today’s lesson. Whatever one’s religious beliefs it’s a good message. It’s a life message. I’ll be listening again.

http://r-c.org/page/forgiveness

Will look forward to hearing your thoughts.

In today’s society, filled with vitriol we need to practice forgiveness more than ever. If in my life I’ve hurt you, I ask your forgiveness.  Life is too short. 

It starts with us. ALL of us.

"Where One Day Ends, A New Day Begins"

“Where One Day Ends, A New Day Begins”                                   Artist Kelly Shipp

 

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