Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
using the word flyaway.
Because she favored loose flowing clothes, wore her hair long, loved beads and dangly earrings, and laughed more than most, people thought she was a flyaway kind of woman. They thought she was a woman who was not very smart or practical who could easily be taken advantage of and played for a fool. Little did they know she was very intelligent and a member of Mensa, an international organization for people with IQ’s in the top two percent of the general population. Maybe she was a bit flighty and frivolous and seemed not to be serious or concerned about anything they considered important but those were people who didn’t really know her. That was okay with her and didn’t bother her at all because she knew and liked who and what she was and that was all that mattered.
8 thoughts on “What they thought…”
People are so quick to judge anyone different from themselves, and you are right that we all do it even without thinking about it. Even those who claim they don’t, do, we are just so used to saying “will you look at her”, or “I would never do that”, or whatever. We have no idea who a person is by what we see on the outside, we really need to get to know them before we can decide about their true character, and sometimes that is as much in what they don’t do or say as in what they do. People with caring hearts will always be found out by their words and actions! 🙂 Excellent story to illustrate your point, I thought to myself how little people really knew her, so often true for others, and for ourselves too.
I try really hard not to be judgmental but sometimes my heart is hard. You are so right what is on the outside is often very different than what is inside. Sorta like ravioli, if you know what I mean.
Great story in a few words, Patricia.
I love the last sentence! I enjoyed the whole story.
Glad you liked it!
Such an important message in your flyaway story! It is a great reminder to not judge. Thanks for this. Hugs.
But is so easy to judge, isn’t it? Something I do without even knowing I am doing it. 😦
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