Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Everyone Has a Story
Have you ever stopped and taken just a moment to look (or perhaps stare) at someone? Maybe someone you know quite well, or maybe even a stranger? Lately I have been seeing people a little differently. I have been a little curious, and maybe even a little nosey. I watch people, and wonder what they know that I don't. I wonder what wonderful, painful, and life-changing events their lives have afforded them. Everyone has a story, and the older we get the longer those stories become. Like the lady who works at my nearby library branch who has been showering me with her welcoming smiles for a few years now - I don't know her name, or really anything about her, except for the fact that she works at the library, and is very helpful. I have seen her at a local restaurant having dinner with someone who appeared to be her husband. But other than that I don't know if she has experienced the pain of childbirth, the loss of a loved one, the joy of a major promotion, true and self-less love, etc. What I do know is that there were days when I felt like I was literally being ripped apart inside, and was filled with deep sadness and despair, but as I quietly led my children through the library, miserably trying to play the "happy mom, everything is fine" role, it was that lady's smile that gave me a glimmer of comfort and peace. There was, and still is, something about her that makes me feel good. If we stop long enough, and try to experience people I think we will find that everyone truly imparts their story in the way they live, and we all have the power to impart something, whether it be positive or negative. Although my story is riddled with much pain, hurt, loss, anger, and other things negative, I want my story to shine through and touch people in a positive way. Hence the reason again for this blog, and the overall reason for my desire to change and grow as an individual. What do you want your life story to reflect?
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No wonder we were such good friends growing up....we are both thinkers. Sometimes that is a great blessing but at times it can also be a curse. I have experienced both blessing and curse in the past year from thinking too much about certain things. Good job on the blog. I find writting is a good therapy for me even if I just write for myself and read and re-read it over and over. Love and Hugs to you! Rachel E.
ReplyDeleteMom and I discussed this today. We often find ourselves so involved with our own day to day activities that we fail to recognized the people around us and their own particular agenda. I sometimes find myself thinking that someone I see at a Walmart, or any other place for that matter, is maybe having a really good, or really bad, day. I don't really know because I don't know the individual. However, I can be sure that they are going about business as it seems important to them, while I go about my day following what I feel must be my course. As you say, everyone has a story. How true! And, we are each living out that story with every breath we take. However, I think it's important to realize that life goes on, regardless of our "story" at any given time. Since this is so, we leave the chapters that are finished and write new ones that are different and just as exciting. My journey has been fascinating. Yes, it is true that there has been pain. Yet, the love that I have and the love I've received far outweigh all of the sorrow. The future looks good to me, because I will do my best to write it with all of the love and grace that is mine, and yours, to enjoy! Keep writing your story, dear daughter, and know that I am honored to be included. All my love, Dad.
ReplyDeleteAwe thanks Rachel. I think we were such good friends back as kids for many reasons. The "big thinkers" thing was probably part of it, but our love for New Kids On The Block probably spurred it. ;) Speaking of stories...boy of boy do you have one! You have been in my thoughts and prayers much over the past couple of years, and will continue to be. Your strength and dedication are a privilege to witness.
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