August 6 2014
Everything Changes
Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up, and read it immediately, your life has -changed. Describe this experience.
Walking to the bus stop Wednesday morning, still feeling rather run down, but listening to chipper classical music to keep me going, the morning seemed as if it were like any other. Random thoughts and to do's pop into my head and I enter them in my to do list so I don't forget.
I've made it through the golf course and over the bridge. Today I decide to stay on the west side of the road until the light. Walking along I notice all the rubbish and think to myself what a shame it is that people in general think it is ok to do this to our city, state, country, planet, home.
There is one piece of paper that I encounter, but it's not tossed out as if rubbish, it is neatly folded and looks as if it could not have been outside very long. I decide to pick it up. Who I knows, it might have contact information on it, it might be important to someone?
I read the page and instantly my world changes. My jaw drops and my eyes feel as if they will bulge out of my head, I'm staring at the words so hard.
I cannot fathom what these words will mean to me and to those I love. I stop walking to read and reread the words. How can this be true? How can it not though? This thing, this amazing message on this paper, was it written to me? Or did I just find it and it fit my circumstance as well as the intended recipient? Really though, whose life would not fit this message? None I could think of.
I decide to continue my walk to the bus stop. I have to go to work. I cannot abandon my life as it is right now because of this paper. That would be ridiculous. I put the paper in my pocket, and continue my walk. Several times along the rest of the walk I check my pocket to make sure the page is still there. What luck it would be to loose this page now. Especially since I have not had a chance to share it with my loved ones. I need to talk to someone, to have a sounding board for this message.
I get to the stop and just have time to read the message five or six more times before the bus comes. This time the folded paper goes into my backpack, in a pocket in a pocket in a pocket. Yes, my backpack has that.
I decide that I will follow normal protocol for my bus ride. I would not want to let on that I have a secret, a fantastic amazing secret in the form of this folded paper in my bag. I pull out my embroidery project, it is only in a pocket, not so buried, I try to concentrate on my work, but I barely get three commas and two question marks done before I realize that I am drifting away between punctuation marks and it might be best to put it away before I mess up this piece I have been working so hard on. Back into the bag it goes.
Then I just sit there and think about what all I will say to my loved ones when we do in fact get to discuss this. Maybe I should have the kids all over for dinner tonight to have everyone in one place to talk? That is a good idea so I send out a mass text inviting them all for pizza tonight at the house. Good, with that done, maybe I should make a list of the things that need to be discussed, talking points and counter points. Good idea, I pull out my iPod and start making lists, something I am good at.
I tell my better half that I am at work she. I get there, that I have invited the kids for dinner, and that we have to discuss something tonight as a family. Nothing had I promise. Then I go about my day, every once in a while checking on the paper and trying to stifle the thoughts that wander to it while I am working.
It is the longest day of my life! Finally it is time to go home, so I get one the bus, request a ride from the stop, better safe than sorry, and sit quietly, mentally going over my talking points and counter points.
Finally I am home, changed into happy pants, the kids are here, we sit in bated silence.Everyone stares at me in anticipation.
Finally I say "today walking to the bus I found something." I pause for dramatic effect. I pull it from my pocket and show it to them all. There are gasps and popping eyes. "What do you think?" I prompt from the room. No one says a word. I wait, still nothing. Finally I say, "guys, seriously, what do you think? Which coupon should we use the half of one pizza or buy two pizzas with two toppings and get a third free to order dinner?"
I Bequeath This Blog To The World, In Order To Improve It.
Thanks for reading
Misty
)O(
Blessed Be
Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up, and read it immediately, your life has -changed. Describe this experience.
Walking to the bus stop Wednesday morning, still feeling rather run down, but listening to chipper classical music to keep me going, the morning seemed as if it were like any other. Random thoughts and to do's pop into my head and I enter them in my to do list so I don't forget.
I've made it through the golf course and over the bridge. Today I decide to stay on the west side of the road until the light. Walking along I notice all the rubbish and think to myself what a shame it is that people in general think it is ok to do this to our city, state, country, planet, home.
There is one piece of paper that I encounter, but it's not tossed out as if rubbish, it is neatly folded and looks as if it could not have been outside very long. I decide to pick it up. Who I knows, it might have contact information on it, it might be important to someone?
I read the page and instantly my world changes. My jaw drops and my eyes feel as if they will bulge out of my head, I'm staring at the words so hard.
I cannot fathom what these words will mean to me and to those I love. I stop walking to read and reread the words. How can this be true? How can it not though? This thing, this amazing message on this paper, was it written to me? Or did I just find it and it fit my circumstance as well as the intended recipient? Really though, whose life would not fit this message? None I could think of.
I decide to continue my walk to the bus stop. I have to go to work. I cannot abandon my life as it is right now because of this paper. That would be ridiculous. I put the paper in my pocket, and continue my walk. Several times along the rest of the walk I check my pocket to make sure the page is still there. What luck it would be to loose this page now. Especially since I have not had a chance to share it with my loved ones. I need to talk to someone, to have a sounding board for this message.
I get to the stop and just have time to read the message five or six more times before the bus comes. This time the folded paper goes into my backpack, in a pocket in a pocket in a pocket. Yes, my backpack has that.
I decide that I will follow normal protocol for my bus ride. I would not want to let on that I have a secret, a fantastic amazing secret in the form of this folded paper in my bag. I pull out my embroidery project, it is only in a pocket, not so buried, I try to concentrate on my work, but I barely get three commas and two question marks done before I realize that I am drifting away between punctuation marks and it might be best to put it away before I mess up this piece I have been working so hard on. Back into the bag it goes.
Then I just sit there and think about what all I will say to my loved ones when we do in fact get to discuss this. Maybe I should have the kids all over for dinner tonight to have everyone in one place to talk? That is a good idea so I send out a mass text inviting them all for pizza tonight at the house. Good, with that done, maybe I should make a list of the things that need to be discussed, talking points and counter points. Good idea, I pull out my iPod and start making lists, something I am good at.
I tell my better half that I am at work she. I get there, that I have invited the kids for dinner, and that we have to discuss something tonight as a family. Nothing had I promise. Then I go about my day, every once in a while checking on the paper and trying to stifle the thoughts that wander to it while I am working.
It is the longest day of my life! Finally it is time to go home, so I get one the bus, request a ride from the stop, better safe than sorry, and sit quietly, mentally going over my talking points and counter points.
Finally I am home, changed into happy pants, the kids are here, we sit in bated silence.Everyone stares at me in anticipation.
Finally I say "today walking to the bus I found something." I pause for dramatic effect. I pull it from my pocket and show it to them all. There are gasps and popping eyes. "What do you think?" I prompt from the room. No one says a word. I wait, still nothing. Finally I say, "guys, seriously, what do you think? Which coupon should we use the half of one pizza or buy two pizzas with two toppings and get a third free to order dinner?"
I Bequeath This Blog To The World, In Order To Improve It.
Thanks for reading
Misty
)O(
Blessed Be
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