"Women are Angels.
And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly....on a broomstick.
We’re flexible like that." author unknown
And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly....on a broomstick.
We’re flexible like that." author unknown
A friend sent me the above quote and I had to chuckle. My mother always told me that you get a lot more cooperation if you speak with honey in your mouth versus vinegar. The part she never talked about was whether I should continued to "speak with honey" if people walked all over me or verbally beat me up.
Now, maybe Mom didn't see a need to tell me to "turn the other cheek" since I spent so much time in church and Sunday school, but even Jesus had his limit. Right?
Over the years, I've learned to not sweat the little things...but I have my limits also...you know, the moment at which I open the closet door and pull out the broom. For instance:
When I find out (for sure) that someone has lied to me. My children can attest to the fact that when they were growing up, if they did something wrong, they'd be punished. If they were confronted about something they had done wrong...and lied about it...the punishment was double what it would have been. Don't lie.
Don't steal from me. I don't think much needs to be said about the obvious, except I'll add one example of that you might not have thought about as stealing. Years ago when I worked for the State of California, I was assigned to train several people since I had been in the office several years. (There had been a hiring freeze and it had just been lifted...so we had a number of new employees at one time) After about a month, one of them came to me with a question of how to correct a particular problem. I gave her an answer and then she said, "I don't think I'm going to do it that way. I think it should be done XXXXXX way." What?! Without counting to ten first, (if you can read between the lines) I asked her why she had interrupted me if she wasn't planning to take my advise. She stole time...something we can't get back.
When I see someone mistreating a child (mentally or physically) or an animal. That's also true for mistreating the elderly. In short, those who can't fight back for themselves. Folks that's the fastest way to see me go ballistic.
Okay, so I've given you a quick glimpse inside my head, so what makes you get your broom out of the closet?
Sandy,
ReplyDeleteThe experience at the airport I had earlier this week, both in Miami and Atlanta. I had to go through the X-ray machine and then the TSA agent said,"I have to pat down your legs." And I said,
But I just went through the scanner and she repeated in a monotone, "I have to pat down your legs." So I thought, but didn't say, "Go for it." Then, on the way back the same thing happened but I had to go through the X-ray machine twice and then she still had to pat down my legs. The only thing in common with both visits was I was wearing the same slacks. Maybe they have some metal in the zipper that sets off the machine. Whatever, I wish I'd had my broom so I could've flown home instead of getting on the plane. Flying is for the birds!
Marilyn Baron
Hi Marilyn,
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. In the beginning...when the machines were so sensitive, I'd set the thing off every time since I wear under-wire bras. Grrrr.
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