I do not, for one minute, believe that 50 years ago (egads) you would not have jumped up to help the lady with the walker. And, if jumping up wasn’t an option, you would have helped in some way as you did on this day.
As they say in the South, Gail, “you go girl!” Of course, as a feminist, these are words I never thought I would utter when I moved here almost 28 years ago. 😉
I’m right there with you. Or was in the times past, but now I’m not afraid to embarrass myself--sober. I can’t tell you how many times I should have been embarrassed, mortified even, when I was drinking but didn’t know it, and would only find out later or the next day by one of my kids or some so called friends who if they’d been real friends would not have let me do the stupid crap I did. But hey, those days are 27 plus years of long gone. And since I like myself on most days, I too am a cheer leader, an “OH Yea! You got this!” And call people “dear” or “hon” and I even sing out loud to the oldies they play in my local supermarket. Why do we have to get to be this years elder to get a case of the eff-its! Let us check our halo’s at the door--before we leave the house--and just be ourselves. We now know and understand the cliche’ about life being too short--so let’s go ahead and join the cheerleading squad.
I do not, for one minute, believe that 50 years ago (egads) you would not have jumped up to help the lady with the walker. And, if jumping up wasn’t an option, you would have helped in some way as you did on this day.
Thank you for a wonderful reminder! Still practicing this being human thing. Amazing how it grows on us!
As they say in the South, Gail, “you go girl!” Of course, as a feminist, these are words I never thought I would utter when I moved here almost 28 years ago. 😉
I’m right there with you. Or was in the times past, but now I’m not afraid to embarrass myself--sober. I can’t tell you how many times I should have been embarrassed, mortified even, when I was drinking but didn’t know it, and would only find out later or the next day by one of my kids or some so called friends who if they’d been real friends would not have let me do the stupid crap I did. But hey, those days are 27 plus years of long gone. And since I like myself on most days, I too am a cheer leader, an “OH Yea! You got this!” And call people “dear” or “hon” and I even sing out loud to the oldies they play in my local supermarket. Why do we have to get to be this years elder to get a case of the eff-its! Let us check our halo’s at the door--before we leave the house--and just be ourselves. We now know and understand the cliche’ about life being too short--so let’s go ahead and join the cheerleading squad.