There are times in our lives where we may find ourselves feeling the world has gone nuts around us. The sounds, sights and negative people of the world come at us like sticks of dynamite attacking our joy. Some, well lots of folks are dealing with just that these days so I say, “Bloom where you are planted.”
There’s a lot of money being made by the lot of them and if you’re not careful you could be captured and held hostage to all the negative thought-provoking babble passed around stealing your joy in the process.
How did she conduct herself you may be wondering? She knew how to wear her big girl panties that’s how. She used her smile and random acts of kindness with a shot of forgiveness taken thought out the day.
My grandmother taught me the lesson of Bloom where you are planted and she sure knew something about what that meant. She was Northern born and breed but went against the grain and married a good ole Southern fellow she fell in love with. He brought her south to his home in 1918. Things were different back then and yet much like today. Everyone took the stand they were one hundred percent right one hundred percent of the time. She found herself on the wrong side of the one hundred per-cent. How did she conduct herself you may be wondering? She knew how to wear her big girl panties that’s how. She used her smile and random acts of kindness with a shot of forgiveness taken thought out the day. She taught me to forgive others for myself. What they did with it came under their business, not mine. “You don’t have to go around telling them either, your sweet smile offered as a random act of kindness says it all, she would say.”
I’ll try to explain it to you the way she explained it to me as a child. She made a conscious decision to smile at those that tried to make her feel unwelcome. A smile she told me will draw a person’s eyes upward toward your eyes out of curiosity in an unconscious effort to understand what kind of person are you anyway to smile while I’m in the process of bringing you down. In that blink of a moment, her eyes showed a warm random act of kindness of a deep, warm, loving and forgiving nature.
When she passed away, as they say in the South, I heard folks talking about how she loved them best. I smiled and nodded because I understood. My grandmother knew something special about blooming where you are planted. She understood how important it was to smile.
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