I have never been lucky in love. And I have had some misfortunes, but I will admittedly say that my life isn't all that bad.
Some of my most profound encounters I have had had been with random strangers; with people who have no prior significance in my life and for some odd twist of fate, they now etch influence in my future.
While en route back to Hawaii from my trip, the airline representative who serviced me and I had the brief opportunity to chit-chat as he tagged my baggage for check-in. He told me he has worked for the airline for 18 years and never been to Hawaii. I encouraged him to visit at least once and volunteered myself as his tour guide if he so chooses to visit in the near future. Just as I walked off to drop off my baggage, the gentleman called me back to the counter asking for my boarding pass. Momentarily, he printed out and handed me a new boarding pass. All he said was that I will appreciate the added space, not that I needed the extra leg room, but my long flight will be a lot easier on me. I thanked him graciously and inserted the boarding pass into my carry-on bag not looking at the new seating assignment. I just figured maybe he upgraded me to the emergency exit row.
Not only was he right about the comfort of my flight, he also somehow managed to upgrade me from coach to first-class. I don't know what I did to deserve this. All I know is to?
Pay it forward.
They say keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. For you will never know who could be your biggest ally in your time of darkness.
I just recently reconciled with an ex who dumped me many moons ago. I initiated the contact. Surprisingly, he was very happy to hear from me. He apologized for ending things with me the way he did, that it wasn't his intent to do so.
I guess given time and distance, people can learn to forgive each other, or themselves, or others. You may not become lovers again, but perhaps you can become better friends.
Anyone who has been shocked or devastated by the actions of a adept liar knows the shame that follows. You are outraged, but deep inside you feel stupid and naive for having misjudged someone's character so profoundly. Compulsive liars shake off the chaos, confusion, damage they inflict on others much like the snake who sheds its skin. They may be agitated while wriggling out of a lie, but once this is accomplished, they move on; smarter and smoother from the experience. A good rule to remember is that all the power in any relationship lies in the hands of the person who cares the least. It seems dark-hearted and wrong, but it is the truth.
The morning was unusually bright, with rays piercing through the clouds. The air, clean. Though it hugged at your lungs with the stuffiness of an August heat. I had just dropped off a friend at the airport for her early flight to Dallas. Half way home, while still driving on the highway, I received an incoming private call. A force of habit, I ignored the call, as I have routinely done in the past with blocked calls. I figured, if the call was important enough, they'll leave a message. Three more unknown calls came in one after the other in a five-minute interval and no messages were left; again, I disregarded them.
Consumed with the curiosity of who made those anonymous calls, yet consoled myself at the thought of someone random-dialing my number, my cell rang again. This time, it registered a call coming from my younger sister. I flipped open my phone to answer the call, and what was received from the other end shrieked through my body like a thundering jolt.
"Ladybug, my dad died."
Seven years ago today.
I didn't rescue an old lady from oncoming traffic nor did I leap off a tall building spiraling down to save a falling baby.
All I did was made chicken noodle soup from a can.
And I came home to a flower pot planted with my favorite, tulips.
I vividly recall from childhood memory a time piggyback riding on my father?s shoulders with a raggedy doll tucked under my arm one dusky evening. Strapped on to him was also a bag of rice and what little family belonging we had. As my parents and paternal grandmother descended down a dirt path on foot, incognizant to the life changing events unfolding before me, I rotated back to catch a familiar but hazy glimpse of our small remote village with thatched-roof houses that lined the incline of a mountain. I saw our home swallowed by the night as distance slowly separated us.
Traveling by night and hiding by day, we quietly unwound along mountains and weaved through bamboo forests stopping only to feed on bamboo shoots and cores from banana stalks. On occasional, we would meet up with other families resting under an overgrown banana grove. There I witnessed small bellowing children opiated by their own mother for their god given sake. Days turned into weeks and with much bribery costing my family everything we had, we finally made our way to the banks of a great yellow river.
This man and I have been acquainted for the past 9 years and the irony of our friendship is that we have not met person to person (until now). Through out the years, I've performed many disappearance acts on him. Yet when each Christmas rolled around, an envelop sealed and addressed to me never failed to present itself inside my mail box.
In late January, I finally had the fortunate opportunity to meet John and his newly wedded bride Angela when they took a mini vacation here. They asked if we could meet. There were no questions pondered whether I should or shouldn't. I owe so much to this man, who stuck by me when I was trying to find myself, to at least meet him.
I wish you, John and Angela, prosperity and happiness as you spend the rest of your life together.
I go to comment a blog on another forum and the word verification I have to put in is...
You ask, what is the big deal?
Well, I love the vastness of the open sky. And the last four letters spell my name.
Anyway, the sun is out and the sky is ultra clear and blue. I was and am pretty bummed out that a friend didn't invite me to his wedding, which is today.
Oh, did I tell you - he had and still has a crush on me. Hmmm
The sun was out and its rays of luminosity danced, rippled across a small puddle indicating the recent down pour from the now blue sky. Despite the still high humidity, trade winds were blowing from the east and fanning off every bead of sweats from a person's forehead in the hot sweltering sun. If you're close enough, you can catch a whiff of Pentene Pro-V when long brownish strands are being blown across the face.
About a few yards up ahead where parked cars lined a metered street, a lady in blue was walking from car to car with what looked like a carbon-copy steno pad scrawling a few lines here and there before plastering a sheet under every violated wipers. She seemed to enjoy setting off the alarm equipped in an expensive SUV or littering a rusting coupe with an extra piece of trash. The smile on her face was pure EVIL.
A "Zip" sound came on and out a change purse emerged. It seemed to be full but the little 3x5 inch black bag was mostly filled with Lincoln cents. After three shuffling of the many coppers, a beaming silver quarter surfaced from the bottom. Glimmering in the sun, it was hand picked and slotted into the next expired meter buying the owner of a 1980 Toyota Corolla an extra half hour of time.
Today, a coin bag is lighter and someone is poorer but a heart is heavier with character and richer in spirit.
Without warning, the Grim Reaper beckons.
In my mind, my Niam Tais is frozen in time as a maternal pillar of strength, determination, and infinite altruism. With her 3rd world wisdom, she had been right about so many things in life. But of all the best values, she imparted:
Reach For Your Dreams.
My former house mate had just informed me by text messaging that someone had entered her room while she was out and stole all of her under wears and bras. Now, the building has been known to not be so secured. But having someone entering your room without your permission and stealing your most intimate apparels? That's privacy violation, right there.
What possibly can drive and provoke someone to steal other people's under wears and bras? And what do they do with them? Sniff or wear them?
Reflecting back, when I packed to move out of that building, I realized that two bras and one under wear went missing. And I know I didn't throw them away.
Whoever that took them must have a perverted mind. *Ick* I'm so glad to be out of there.
The backyard of my new place (below), I have my own private beach on a little basin that empties out into the Pacific Ocean.
A guy I am now emailing said initially, he wasn't physically attracted to me because I am a full-figure woman. He has always been more into women who are very slim and thin.
Did he mean I was a little overweight?
It only takes about 3 seconds and it costs nothing but a few working muscles. You see the result immediately and it's somewhat contagious.
Everyone is doing it and I do it often. So follow in on the latest cosmetic frenzy.
Time indeed brings forth and about growth and changes. It alters my insight and perception on life. What I once thought were realities, turn out to be nothing more than fantasies, juvenile dreams.
Decades ago, I lacked years of life experience. I couldn't see beyond my nose. Furthermore, no one could make me see either; and what I did manage to see, I didn't have the intellectual or the emotional aptitude to fully understand.
Now at my present age, and given my broader view on life, deeper personal experiences, and higher level of maturity, I can begin to appreciate that conquering life is well worth the arduous quest.
My roommate asked, "what is MillionaireMatch?" (I logged onto the site from her laptop and she saw the history). I replied, "it's a blog/forum on the Internet." I don't think she knows my username but if she does, please let it be known that my name is Mary and I'm from Edinburgh, Tristan da Cunha.
It hit me in the shower. I felt icicles formed under my eyes. And the shower unexpectedly became very cold and freezing even though the water trickling down my body was balmy and warm steaming droplets of dew on the fiberglass shower door. After a short-lived daze, I realized I was going to spend Thanksgiving, ALONE. My family, loved ones, we are separated by an ocean and what little friends I have, they will be spending the evening with their significant other, privately. I cried and felt truly abandoned.
Two years ago and as a new transplant to the island, if asked what I was doing for Thanksgiving, I would have described the above. Times have changed. I've created and carved my own little niche here in Hawaii.
Thanksgiving Day is a time for family, loved ones and friends to gather, share, feast and give thanks to the Lord for the blessings if not many we have received in the past year. Although this year, I may not be home to enjoy the holiday with my family and loved ones, I was welcomed with warm smiles, hugs and well wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving by strangers at their front doors. With each elderly I delivered to, I spent 5 minutes engaging in small talks and laughing heartedly as if we were one happy family sitting at the dinner table having a Thanksgiving dinner together. We shared amongst one another our many blessings, thanks and gratefulness. Albeit my encounters were brief and a stranger I was, I belonged.