Yeeessss! 25 days left until Vegas lands here for good - sigh. Am grinning like a cow drunk on maryjane grass, all I need now is a proper roll in the hay.
Health? Ze migraine only has one foot left in the building but I am doing my best to stomp that sucker flat. Frankly I have other things to do with my life besides writhe in pain with every heartbeat. Raaargh!
So while doing random work things earlier today, a story I once read popped into my head and I felt the need to share it with you - do read on, it's lovely:
Two Nickels and Five Pennies
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?"
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.
"How much is a dish of plain ice cream?" he inquired.
Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she said brusquely.
The little boy again counted the coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table, and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - her tip.
From The Best of Bits & Pieces -
A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
All this to say that a bit of trust, patience and empathy can go a long way towards making this world a better place to live in. Not everyone is out to harm, upset or rob you; not everyone looks at you and sees failure. Sometimes you will find strangers offering you the kindest of words, the most caring of gestures.
That is not to say "wear rose-colored glasses all the time" and get taken advantage of - just be street-smart but open enough to see love and beauty where they peek through the cracks and crevices, flowers intermingling with the urban decay.
Life is balance and balance is a beam we should all learn to walk on with grace and dignity. After all, the mirror will only reflect your naked soul: what color do you want it to be?
/end of Ponderous post/
16 comments:
That is such a great story. I have a similar story that actually happen to me. I'll blog about it soon as I get off my lazy ass and type it.
25 days and counting!! Woot!
Oooo I would LOVE to read an original "chicken soup" story! yay! Will keep my eyes peeled for it :-D
:)
25 days! Can't wait for that day to get here on your behalf. I am a bad blog friend lately! I read everything, you have been running yourself ragged. Hope your head is better today. You need a spa day girl! If I were a fairy godmother, I would give it to you.
Rebecca, your good joojoo of spa-ness has reached aaall the way here and tell you what: I DO feel better! :D But what about you, is your dang horrid cold finally gone?!
Wow! It's right around the corner!!!
Aww, I read that story a while ago and thought it was a nice slice of sickly sweetness :-)
WW, i know i know! w00t!
Elisabeth, Vegas called it "mawkish" and I just pff'd him, it's a sappy chick story and i'm a sappy chick, eh? *grin*
Yeah to 25 days!!! I bet it's as fantastic as it is unbearable.
Dolce, I think I am starting to panic a little... in a good way, but still. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
When you start to question things, just remember that somebody in a far, far away land of st-ptooie is sitting by her lonesome with her hot C, completely jealous.
Am I gonna have to ship Maika up there to cover you in dog fur? *shakes rolling pin in the air*
Seriously. I had to wait two decades for this, don't forget that. Two decades of crappy relationships, heartaches and heartbreaks and all I got was a truckload of unwanted luggage. Who could envy that? :-o
Meeeeeee. *waves hand in the air*
What if this is your happy ending? That means you get one, you know? Not everybody gets one.
btw, you were this close to sounding like a ma. "Don't make me come up there!" *bangs broomstick against ceiling*
He he! I do have a broom...
I hope this is my happy ending, I really hope so. would be nice, you know? Vegas is like no one I've ever met before, he just blows me away.
When you're old like me, let's see how settled you are, babies pulling at your skirt while you slap the frying pan on the stove! he he!
*faints*
You'll never visit me and my pink, screaming varmints, will you?
No, but I'll mail you a box of donuts.
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