I can be pretty competative, but not in the traditional sense of the word. I don't care about games. I do, however, keep score with Nathan and like to consider myself as someone who suffers more, and is therefore tougher (Why do I do this?! I'm not proud of it). So sometimes I do the thing that might tempt him to hate me and may, in a round-about way communicate to him (or anyone who will listen to me) a few of the tough things I did that day, how much I accomplished, and the might with which I accomplished it. Thankfully, Nathan doesn't really do that. Maybe it's just a woman thing.
So, I understand where the lady was coming from in the grocery store this morning...
Here's my grocery store story for the week. While waiting at the deli counter a 76-year-old lady turned to me and admired the girls and then jumped in on her life story. All I could do was say, "wow...oh my...what?!...whoa...good job!"
Her words as clearly as I recall:
"I'm 4 years away from 80 and I'm a survivor! I had 4 kids before I was 21. My husband brought one into the marriage and I brought one into the marriage and then we had twins. I graduated from high school and got married the next day. I was 17. As soon as I got out of bed the bed was made. I never sat down until the kitchen was clean. I made meat, potatoes and a salad and it was on the table by 5, every night. I made homemade biscuits and jelly's. I'm a survivor! Not like those people on TV who eat worms and snakes. I'm a real survivor!"
Then she smiled and turned away and ordered her meat, and very grudgingly I said, "you win."...not really grudgingly. I like her.
2 comments:
I work out every Wednesday night with a group of old ladies who love to tell me stories like that. I would like to say, "Yes, you did all that. But did you upload your pictures, update your blog, text your sister in St. Louis, and e-mail some motivational stuff to all your personal training clients before you got three new workout routines ready for the next week? Well, I did." :) Okay, I agree, she's awesome.
You didn't text me, liar. A woman came into the store and needed the best shoes because she's on her feet "for 4 hours a day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Holy moly.
I say "you win a lot," because if it try and fail, then I'll be sad. So I sometimes just don't try.
Well, that's depressing. I like your post though.
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