I had always blown off the idea that breaking down or dealing with a broken down car could be in any way scary. I had always shrugged off my mom or my friends when they worried an ranted about how terrifying it would be to be alone and have that happen, especially because they are women. Which is what I would get the most annoyed about: women can call AAA just as easily right?
Well, turns out it is a scary experience. Driving down the highway and having your car stop dead in the middle of the night IS terrifying. Right when I talked myself through pulling over and calling who I need to call, a man pulls up behind me. At that moment, I realized WHY my friends and mother had been so concerned. I went to lock the doors and realized no power meant manual locks. I hurriedly jumped around the car interior locking the doors and jumped at the man’s knock. I thought I was in a friggin horror movie. The man leering in at me had brown teeth and the more grease stains on his shirt than I thought any piece of clothing could handle. He called me sweetheart and ask if he could tow or jump me with his beat up old truck. I hastily declined telling him I had help on the way, and after a super creepy minute, he finally left me alone.
Rescue was soon in coming, but I had had a lesson in humility that I am not soon to forget. You must recognize your strengths and faults, regardless of age, gender, or state of mind. You also must recognize and respect your vulnerabilities.
I snapped this at the pond where I work. I now have turtle buddies. They renovated the pond on my day off. Coming back to these little guys was such a pleasant surprise! 🙂
Many people look at birds (namely the eagle, dove, etc.) as being living symbols of freedom and the carefree nature within. I myself have often viewed a tiny bird pecking at bread or flitting around and wished with all my being that I could inhabit that tiny body and fly away at whim to my nest with worm in beak. It all seems so simple.
What people, including myself, ignore, is that these birds fight for their survival just like we do. They struggle to find and claim territory for food. They have to build their nests from scratch. They have to search for a mate; love, lose, and gain so to speak. They have to feed their young.
And so, like humans, they struggle to maintain their lives and thrive. Like us, they may appear to be the happiest creatures in the world, yet behind the adorable exterior they fight for what they are. A lesson can be learned even from a finch. No matter who you are or how happy you appear, you have to work to get there. Maybe everything isn’t as easy as it appears in the people’s lives around you. You simply have to take notice, and you have to work in order to fly.
Do you ever go out and look around you and wonder what the woman’s story is who is sitting next to you?
I entered a small coffee shop earlier today and sat down to do some research on the web. A woman walked in, impeccably dressed, Ipad in hand, cappuccino in the other. I sat, a little envious of this confident, well dressed woman, when I noticed a nervous tick and hasty sips at her coffee as if she were desperate to take in the warmth sitting in the mug the barista had handed her. What had happened to make this woman seek council in a cappuccino? She sat, eyes darting everywhere but the app open on her Ipad, and I wondered what story she had to tell.
Perhaps it is the story of a stressful day at work. A deadline? A break-up? A fight between friends?
I will never know her story, or many others like it. However, I think it is important to remember that we are not the only ones with stories to tell.
In the small moments that seem to pass us by at light speed, one can find a personal paradise. A paradise that blocks out the darkness of surrounding circumstances and can light up the soul.
It has taken me a long time to realize that things aren’t always what they seem. I don’t just mean looking at a book or a DVD and judging it by its’ cover art. I mean realizing that everyone is wearing make up and masks, false eyelashes and smiles. It is a rare moment to be able to see a person who is displaying true emotion, emotion that comes simply from within THEM.
I have come to realize that we smile to show our pain to the world. That way the world is able to move on without sharing it. Then, there are others who make themselves into pieces of art and pain in order to share the joys of their art and expression to the world. It takes someone who truly cares to see beyond all of that into the person you truly are.
Whether we wish to believe it of ourselves and others, we are all actors, clowns, and mimes in the plays and circuses of life. We put on our make-up and perform for the people that make up the audiences around us.
Perhaps taking the time to study a smile or a frown on a friend’s face would give us more insight to how we interact with people. Knowing the difference between a smile of contentment, a smile of grief, and a smile of unconfined joy can be the key to making someone’s day the day that they deserve and remember, because even the littlest of understandings can change someone’s life.
Caught this out my window right after it rained one day about 4 months ago.