I am all about the "little things" in life. A friend once told me that I am the type of person to STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES. At first I was offended thinking that she straight up called me lazy, but once she explained, I realized that she really meant it as a complement. She said that I took time to look around as SEE things and really enjoy what life was all about.
Today I met up with a friend of mine, and her son for lunch. After that we met up with my mom and my nephew to go to C.Y.O.C create your own cheesecake. (YUM) it was out first time there and we started talking to the gentleman behind the counter, as I got up to the register to pay he told me that since it was out first time there it was on the house!!! I was really taken back. NO ONE in this day and time gives anything away for free, I was almost offended for a brief moment. Do I look needy? Why would you give your store away for FREE. I said thank you, but I really would like to pay. He told me no way and to make sure I spread the word and come back another time. So I left the employees the money I would have spent for the food as a tip and went on my way. (The cheesecake was really good and I will tell everyone I know about this place.) Why is it so hard for us to except a complement or a good deed from others. I would like to believe that there is good in all people even in hard times. After that we all went to the park to work off all the calories we had consumed. On the way back from the park I decided to stop by my "grandma's" house to say hello. Well as luck would have it, it was her 83rd birthday today!! WOW she looks great and she is alive and kickin'. We got to talking about how much this world has changed over the last 10-15 years. Mind you that when I was about 11 Dirty Dancing was considered a "risque" movie and we were not allowed to watch it in their home. Not saying that we didn't watch it but we had to sneak the movie out of the house to watch it somewhere else before they noticed. She had told me that when she see's people and says hello she looks them in the eye, and most of them will look away and maybe once in awhile someone will smile. WHY is this? Is this a difficult task. With everyone out there that wants to be a "reality star" and have their 15 minutes and so talkative yet you can't acknowledge another human being. She said it's almost like when you say hello they are afraid that you will ask them for something. So what if you do! I have always believed that I was born in the wrong generation, I would have loved to live in a "simpler" time. anyways that's a whole other topic. So why do people brush past you? Are they really in that big of a hurry to get home to jump on facebook or twitter or whatever else they are doing just so they can bitch about so-n-so at work, or how unfair everything in life is? I have a guy that comes into my work ( I bartend A.k.a under paid psychologist) and every single time I say hello to him he completely ignores me! However when he says hi to you and you don't respond a split second later he asks you what your problem is that day. Finally one day I asked him if he was hard of hearing (a fair question if you ask me. Maybe I was just not talking loud enough) He gave me this disgusted look and told me "no... why do you ask"? I explained why and he just shrugged his shoulders and drank his beer. Even at that point he did not acknowledge me. Now I just wait for him to say hi, but it really bothers me. I think people want to be heard and REALLY listened to. That is something I still have to work on. I catch myself thinking about what I have to do tomorrow or what bill is due next week and then realize that I have missed half the conversation and feel so bad and embarrassed that I don't ask the person to repeat themselves. Back to grandma... Once I left her house I got a phone call from my sister (not biological) and she said that as soon as I left, grandma had called to say that I had stopped by and it made her day. THE SIMPLE THINGS. It just takes a moment to stop and smell the roses and YOU can make a difference.
J.J. Hart
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