“It’s not reality that makes us feel stuck;
it’s the lens we use to view the world.”
Often we look out the window and the reality we see is discouraging. The world is filled with crime and war, poverty and homeless people, a natural environment that is deteriorating, and the eradication of people groups and wildlife. It can be so depressing that we just want to give up and abandon hope for a better world.
But there is another reality. One where there is a world of people working to prevent crime and stop wars, helping others overcome obstacles to a good life, working to save the natural world, teaching tolerance and understanding of those who are different than us, protecting animals from the threat of extinction.
There is more than one way to experience life.
More than one way to see the world.
There is more than one reality.
There is hope.
Whose lens do you want to share when you look at the world?
Using the word cry Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
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There are times we cry
with no apparent reason
While reading this morning’s newspaper…
yes, I still get a real paper newspaper…
I had my mind boggled.
There was a story about two people who were walking down a busy street by a city park at 3:30 in the afternoon. A car driven by a woman with two men in it stopped and a man with a gun got out of the car and forced the two people to give him their phone. The man got back in the car and they drove away. There were witnesses who called 911 and comforted the two people who were robbed until the sheriff’s deputy got there. The deputy took the witnesses and victim’s statements then took the victims home.
I know this kind of stuff happens all the time and it is shocking to think people are robbed at gunpoint at any time. Somehow it is more shocking when it is on a busy street in broad daylight. Now here is the mind-boggling part,
The people who were robbed at gunpoint were two girls, 11 and 12 years old!
The thieves are still at large.
Probably feeling big and brave and smart.
Obviously, they are small and cowardly and stupid.
“What is day is it?” asked Pooh
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet
“My favorite day,” said Pooh
Pooh has a great attitude. We should have the same but we don’t live in Pooh’s world. He lives in a happy and loving world where no matter what today brings it always ends up wonderful and there are sweet dreams. Pooh’s world is fiction where all ends well and everyone lives happily ever after.
Our world is not a place of fiction, though there are those that would like us to believe their fiction is truth, and all does not end well with sweet dreams to follow. Still, we should try to have a good attitude. But there are things that just get in the way. Some of the things that get in the way of my good attitude and don’t make for favorite days in my life;
Sometimes I don’t see what others see when looking at the same things
Sometimes I don’t hear what others hear when listening to the same things
Some things I think are right others think are wrong
Some things I think are wrong others think are right
There are people I like that others don’t
There are people I don’t like that others do
I don’t love or even like some people
Some people don’t love or even like me
That’s just the way it is. I am trying to be more understanding. But it is a bumpy road.
This day is the only one we have
It may not be a favorite
Let’s make it the very best we can
Sunday morning when I looked out the door
this is what I saw on my balcony.
It’s a redtail hawk.
They often perch on the railing.
Usually, as soon as they see me at the door they fly away.
But not this guy.
He stayed where he was and watched me watching him.It was quite a surprise to see that he didn’t take off when I got closer.He seemed to wonder
who I was and what I was doing. He even stayed around when Teddy and Jack walked up to the door.
It was like he was being entertained by me and the cats here at Patricia’s Place.Then I guess he got bored with us
and started looking around for something more interesting.
And off he went.
It was a wonderful gift
being visited and inspected
by that beautiful hawk.
I know these aren’t the best pictures but
I wanted to share my gift with you.
“Good manners sometimes means
simply putting up with other people’s bad manners.”
H.Jackson Brown, Jr
I always worked with the public. First, as a hairdresser then managing a card and gift shop and many years in furniture sales. For the most part, people were nice, polite, and pretty easy to get along with. Of course, there were those few that could ruin a day in a matter of minutes if I let them.
When I was a hairdresser it was easy to weed out the difficult clients who never seemed pleased with my efforts. If they didn’t move on to another stylist on their own I simply told them I thought that perhaps they would be happier with another stylist. Usually, that did the trick and they would see someone else. But sometimes they would talk with me and we would come to understand each other better and continue our relationship with more patience.
Card and gift shop…most customers were pleasant and easy to get along with. Every once in a while there would be a problem but nothing big. After a couple of years, I quit because I was bored with the job and to be honest my good manners were not all that good at the end.
Furniture sales I loved. I learned a lot and had great clients. There were those few that were difficult but I understood that furnishing a room or house or office can seem overwhelming to some. For me, it was a fun challenge for the most part and I enjoyed the interaction with clients. Of course, there were problems and bad days with dissatisfied customers but rarely were their problems ones that couldn’t be solved. It just took time and patience and a little more work. It also helped that the management and staff were wonderful to work with.
In my working life, I did learn that sometimes bad manners happen and the best thing to do is not get upset and make the situation worse by responding with bad manners. When I was young, I started working at 17, I wasn’t the best-mannered person and often was offended when someone thought differently than me and bluntly let them know what I thought.
As they say…with age comes wisdom.
I learned to treat others as I would like to be treated
and to meet bad manners with good manners.
Makes the days, and people, nicer and more pleasant.