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There Are No Coincidences

When I was still employed, and after a full day at work , I found myself standing in the check out line at Wal-mart waiting my turn. The checker told me his line was closed. I told him I knew I should not have gone back for that bag of chocolate bars! Then, I heard a young man say, “The line IS open.” “Well, sir, you are a gentleman coming to a damsel’s distress” I replied.

While I waited for the transfer of the money boxes, I noticed the new checker‘s Wal-mart vest was covered with buttons, advertising his many interests. I asked him where he got the buttons, and he said the video store, car places, etc. I told him I also collected buttons but I put them on my bulletin board at work. He asked me where I worked and I told him The Department of Children’s Services. The woman behind me smiled as much to say that will put a stall in the conversation. I told the young man I worked with families and children who were in the foster care system. He said he was going to adopt . Did we have a Vietnamese child for adoption?” I told him probably not but we have many home-grown children from right here in Tennessee who could use a loving home.

While he continued to check out my purchases, I remembered I had just the night before run across a “May is Adoption Button” and told the man I thought I had a button for him. I fumbled and fumbled in my tote- sized purse and lo and behold I actually found it. When I showed it to him, he removed a button from his vest, and pinned my button on his vest right up front in a good spot where everyone would notice it. He simply said, “ I will wear it over my heart. “

I walked out with my basket of bags and my thoughts were jumbled and my heart was warm. Later I thought what a coincidence. What are the chances for that kind of encounter? What if every DCS worker wore a May is Adoption Adopt button and when the moment was ripe, asked someone if they would like to wear it.

Like the Chinese saying: Light one candle and soon the darkness will be gone. Hand out one DCS Adopt A Child button to someone willing to wear it in public and soon the foster children of TN could find a permanent home . Maybe more children in our foster care system could find a permanent loving home. It’s worth a try.

I believe coincidences are not coincidental. I belief in a force bigger than myself using me to change the world.

My Game, My Ball, My Life

I AM the leader of my game.
I DO HAVE my own ball.
I CAN play when and where I want to play.
I forget I AM RETIRED from the employment world.
But I am not retired from the world of opportunity.

Those old fogies really get to me
Preaching, posing, prancing,
the same old party line,
the same old promises
nothing changes but the names.

I want to be the leader
I want to set the rules
How silly is that?

I am not even in the game.
I am a Monday morning quarterback
I want to take my ball and leave the field.
That is more silly rubbish

I don't have a ball
I am not on the playing field
I am not even a spectator
I am Walter Mitty's feminine counterpart

Dreaming, by day
Dreaming, By night
Life is but a dream...lately a nightmare.

The end.

My Soul Is Restless

I am not so smart after all.

But I don't care.

I am not so young anymore

But I don't care.

I feel the same on the inside.

Who cares what I look on the outside?

I do!!

Vanity is not reserved for the young.

None of the capital sins are reserved for the young.

It just takes a little bit longer to remember them.

Stella

There is a wonderful old movie, called Stella Dallas. Stella raised her daughter by herself. When it came time for daughter to marry a rich young man from a cultured family, Stella stood outside in the snow, watching her daughter get married. Stella acted sorta like a floozy and didn't want to embarrass her daughter or spoil things for her. My mother and I watched it together. I will never forget thinking how painful it was for Stella and yet understanding, she wanted her daughter to have what Stella herself had never had. I felt uneasy with that and even though my mother got on my nerves and sometimes embarrassed me, I could not let her stand outside in the snow and peek in the windows. She came to our parties and my friends were glad to see her. They loved my Dad. He was a great mixer. She wasn't but I didn't leave her outside.

Well, you have certainly done it this time, Ollie.

You are in between a rock and a hard place.

I am waiting for the Deus ex machina to save me.

My guardian angel is protecting me until reinforcements come.

I will think about it tomorrow.

Trite as trite can be.