Tag Archive | kindness

Sleeping at Granny’s

 

Late at night when the moon was high I would lay in my bed, unable to sleep because of the heat, watching the teal blue sky blanketed with stars.

The moon, stars and satellites filtered only by the old screen as I listened to the sounds of the canal life just out back.

Chirping, croaking and that odd sound gators make with their throats. Now and then a splash or a rustle of reeds.

Hours I watched as the rest of the house slept. All quite and isolated until I heard, as I had many nights before, the alarming scream.

As the quietly swaying cabbage palms paid no heed, granny was waking the house! Calling us to franticly come out side.

Granny in her commanding voice of the matriarch “UFO!!! Come quickly they are right above us!”

About every two months they would come, never in the same vessel.

Sometimes disguised as advertising planes sometimes as blimps, but she knew it was them.

 

To Thine Own Self Be True

William Shakespeare’sHamlet” has been one of my favorite plays from the moment I first read it and then later watched it performed.

While I often find Shakespeare’s work to be full of wisdom, I find Act 1, scene 3, where Polonius gives advice to his son Laertes to be dear to my own life philosophy.

Stop your kvetching

I believe people to be generally compassionate, especially in dire situations.
But what about under everyday circumstances?  Do we always show patience and empathy then?
Please allow me to illustrate:

A man who is running late, yet again, is caught up at a red light that just seems to be taking forever to change.
In the car in front of him, there is a young lady who just found out her dear friend is terminally ill.
The light they both have been waiting at changes, the girl does not notice straight away as she is momentarily lost in thought.  The  man, short of fuse, lays on the horn. This not only makes the young lady jump, but sets her fragile mood down a grumpy road as well.  

How many times have we been in that situation, playing the roll of either character?
Is it necessary to lay on ones horn? Would not a small short courtesy beep be sufficient?
Instead of allowing ones mood to be dictated by that of a rude stranger, should we not bear in mind the anger expressed really has nothing personally to do with us and that angry man is dealing with his own issues.

My point is as Plato said so well, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.