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How quick are we to join a bashing bandwagon verses a praise party? me included. That question rose to the top for me this week.
My work place was bashed on a social network this week. A customer ranted about rudeness between one co-worker to another. i privately chatted with this customer because i felt that was the adult thing to do, to tell her that i didn't appreciate the public bashing. i know, i assumed the customer would be an adult too. not so much,,,,
i work at the local tag office. NO i do not work for the state. Each tag office is privately owned and operated. They are CONTRACTED with the state. You have a choice of tag offices to frequent. My boss is one of the most wonderful ladies, i have ever known. My co-worker's are right up there with her! We get just as frustrated with the workings of the state tagging and registration rules as most of our customers do. i guess, you could say that we, as a tag office worker, are actually a go between.
So now back to the bashing bandwagon. This customer vented on a social network about perceived rudeness between my co-worker's. Many people far and wide jumped on her bashing bandwagon. No surprise there. How quick are we to jump on the negative about a place rather than counter act with praise? i'm guilty of this also. It was pushed forward in my brain because it became personal, even though the customer said it wasn't. But she didn't say so and so, she said in general the Poteau Tag Office. Some people said may be the co-worker was having a bad day. The customer replied to be "professional" you should leave your personal issues at the door of your work. Easy to say, not so easy to do! i hope for this customer as she matures, that she can continue to be that kind of professional.
One person made a statement that really floored me. Her statement was "forgive her for she is an idiot.......let God deal with her later." Really!?! What kind of message as a Christian did that lady just send..... My daughters did jump to the defense of my co-workers and me. i appreciate it so much.
So the next time i see a bashing bandwagon, i'm not jumping on it. i'll try to say something to make it a praise party instead. Will it be effective, probably not. But will i do it anyway, probably so!
trying to live each day like its my last,,,,,DA
Today is my son's 24th birthday. As i remember through the years, my heart swells with pride for God blessing me with this little bundle. It was the Monday after Father's Day i felt a good contraction. Because he was breech, we knew he would be born by C-section. So it was "time" to go welcome our little man into the world. Family and friends had gathered at my mom-in-law's house for a surprise baby shower. Yep, we never made it. We went to the hospital instead. I don't remember much of the events really. Drugs, given correctly, can be wonderful. I do remember wanting to watch the procedure but couldn't, Mike did. There were a few moments that Andy wasn't breathing, but God made him holler.
Andrew Michael Wilson was here! i thank God for loaning Andy to his daddy and me. We weren't the best of parents but we did our best. There were a few trips to the ER and a few almost trips. i could tell lots of stories but i think that'll wait. We liked to have lost Andy a few days after his high school graduation due to a truck met river incedent. But God wasn't ready for him just yet. i know God has something special in store for my young man or he wouldn't still be here. My son has grown into a wonderful young man. He has a family of his own and a good job. He's learning like his daddy and i had to but he's trying. My prayer for my son today is that he keeps on keeping on. No, it won't be easy but with God on his side, he can do it. Happy Birthday, Andrew! i love you, Mom
Today while walking to the bike after stopping at a local store, i spotted a small sparrow on the ground in this huge parking lot. At first, i thought it was dead because of some reddish stuff beside it. But as we approached the little bird, it started to try to fly away. It's foot was stuck in the reddish stuff, candy. i handed my bag to my hubby and squatted to scoop up the little bird. My past experience made me scoop while preparing to be bitten. But not this time. i cleaned the candy off it's foot as best i could with nothing but my hand and got some of the candy off it's beak also. i opened my hand to just let it go when it was ready to go. A few seconds at most.
The reason for that moment for me is that my Abba does the same for me. When i get stuck in the "candy" of life, He scoops me up to help me out. The candy can be anything in life. My "candy" at this moment in my life: my feelings had been hurt by something innocently "said". i so wanted to listen to the mean voice in my head and retort something ugly! But He scooped me in His hands and cleaned off the "candy". Yes, my feelings are still hurt and they'll mend in time. If i had listened to the mean voice, others' feelings would have been hurt. Misery loves company type thing, ya know!
But my Abba took care of my "candy" and soothed my hurt feelings before i could. i'm thankful that He loves me that much!
trying to live each day like it's my last,,,,,,DA
So Monday is my birthday. Last year i celebrated the 21st anniversary of my 21st birthday. This Monday i will celebrate my 43rd birthday. Why the change you ask? Let me tell you....
My oldest sister, Donna, passed away when she was 42 years old, ten years ago this June 13th. i remember so much of Donna and some things i wish i could have handled differently.
-i remember when she gave me my Holly Hobby pillow for a very long ago birthday. She had just "moved" out of the family home. And i was afraid she would forget my birthday. But nope she came by in the afternoon and gave it to me. i think a dog of hers had tried to help me open it before she could give it to me.
-i remember when she first met my husband, Mike, before we were married. i think we had been dating a little over a year and a half at the time. We were sitting on the tailgate of his truck in my parent's yard when Donna and Olan, her husband, drove up. Donna, in her own style, asked Mike, "Who the hell are you?"
-i remember her pictures of her adventures in life. She didn't ever hold back. She helped me more than she could have ever known. And she still does!
-i wish i had spoken to her more.
-i wish i had asked her advice more.
-i wish i had known her for herself more than just my oldest sister.
Both lists could go on and on but.... i will celebrate life instead.
So if you see me Monday it will be with a smile on my face as i survived my 21st anniversary of my 21st birthday. And plan to celebrate my 43rd birthday!
i love you, Donna!!
And i plan on trying to live each day like it is my last.......DA
