The past month I've awoken in the middle of the night to jazz music. Actually it could be more like big band stuff, but it's hard to pin it down. When I first awake, I'm not really sure where the music is coming from. The first few times, I stumbled around trying to shut it off. It was like it was coming in on the radio. The signal wasn't very good either, since the music was coming in and out. Pretty soon I wake up enough to realize it's coming from Trevor's side of the bed. Hmmm, it's coming from his mouth.
Yes, my husband is that talented that he can sound like brass instruments when he breathes.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
My biggest mistake, or I'm Sorry!
When I was in elementary school, I was a good kid. I was well behaved, kind and extremely shy. The worst thing I ever did was in first grade when I turned around to the desk behind me, while doing in-class assignments, and gave my paper to my twin sister to complete for me. She did, and I got very good grades because of it.
That was the worst thing I ever did, until I reached fourth grade or so. Every Friday was popcorn day. Bring a quarter and you can buy a giant bad of popcorn. Yeehaw!
We didn't get to bring quarters to school very often. It was kind of sad to walk around the playground every Friday and see the tiny popcorn pieces strewn all over the asphalt and sand. I always thought it would be easy to get an empty popcorn bag out of the trash can and fill it up with the popcorn that had fallen out of kids hands as they were stuffing their faces. I bet no one would even know it was popcorn that had fallen on the ground.
One Friday I decided to try my trick. I grabbed a discarded popcorn bag out of the trash and walked around picking up the tiny popcorn pieces off the ground. I got some friends to help me. In no time at all, the bag was full. I looked at it. It looked like the real deal!
In my stupid head, I thought it would be funny if I could get someone to believe it was real. If I could get someone to EAT it, that would be so funny!
I looked around the playground and my eyes stopped on two boys. These boys were not very popular. They were from poor families. They did not dress very nice. Sometimes they did not smell very good. If anyone wanted popcorn, they would want it.
I walked over and offered it to them. Their eyes lit up! They were so happy to have this popcorn to eat! They were so happy someone had done something so nice for them.
I felt so dirty inside. It wasn't funny like I thought it would be. It wasn't how I thought it would be at all.
I watched them eating the popcorn so happily and was disgusted with myself.
I will never forget the look on the boys' faces as they learned the truth when my friend approached them and told them the truth about where that popcorn had come from. They spit the popcorn out on the ground. They were so hurt. I can never get that scene out of my head. I will never forget. I never want to forget.
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” — by L.F.Buscaglia
I often wonder what happened to those boys. Where are they now. I hope wherever they are, they have forgiven me.
That was the worst thing I ever did, until I reached fourth grade or so. Every Friday was popcorn day. Bring a quarter and you can buy a giant bad of popcorn. Yeehaw!
We didn't get to bring quarters to school very often. It was kind of sad to walk around the playground every Friday and see the tiny popcorn pieces strewn all over the asphalt and sand. I always thought it would be easy to get an empty popcorn bag out of the trash can and fill it up with the popcorn that had fallen out of kids hands as they were stuffing their faces. I bet no one would even know it was popcorn that had fallen on the ground.
One Friday I decided to try my trick. I grabbed a discarded popcorn bag out of the trash and walked around picking up the tiny popcorn pieces off the ground. I got some friends to help me. In no time at all, the bag was full. I looked at it. It looked like the real deal!
In my stupid head, I thought it would be funny if I could get someone to believe it was real. If I could get someone to EAT it, that would be so funny!
I looked around the playground and my eyes stopped on two boys. These boys were not very popular. They were from poor families. They did not dress very nice. Sometimes they did not smell very good. If anyone wanted popcorn, they would want it.
I walked over and offered it to them. Their eyes lit up! They were so happy to have this popcorn to eat! They were so happy someone had done something so nice for them.
I felt so dirty inside. It wasn't funny like I thought it would be. It wasn't how I thought it would be at all.
I watched them eating the popcorn so happily and was disgusted with myself.
I will never forget the look on the boys' faces as they learned the truth when my friend approached them and told them the truth about where that popcorn had come from. They spit the popcorn out on the ground. They were so hurt. I can never get that scene out of my head. I will never forget. I never want to forget.
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” — by L.F.Buscaglia
I often wonder what happened to those boys. Where are they now. I hope wherever they are, they have forgiven me.
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