Pay It Forward


Here’s a happening that made my day when I heard about it. Eight ladies of the church bridge group had their year-end lunch last week. They chose a restaurant of good standing in the East Scarborough area, and didn’t skimp on their meals which included appetizers, main fare, desserts, and tea and coffee.

They were preparing to pay the bill, which was close to the two-hundred dollar mark, when their server informed them that it had been looked after.

It appeared that a well-to-do, pleasant, forty-something-year-old man had been observing these seventy-something-year-old church ladies enjoying their camaraderie, and chose them for his good deed for the day.

Apparently the server knew of the gentleman’s philanthropy from previous occasions and explained his kindness to these incredulous ladies.

It is one of the best random acts of kindness I have heard in a long time, and my cheeks still hurt from the smile that it brought to my face.

Doesn’t it make you want to pay it forward?

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by Bloggers


You know what I love about blogging? It’s the inspiration that comes from other bloggers. I had full intentions of taking a break from this new favorite pastime, and catch up on reading posts that I’ve not had too much time to delve into. But it didn’t work that way, because reading made me want to write! Reading other’s blogs gave me new incentive, and the next thing I know, I’m back on the page.

Yesterday’s post by Katie got me started again, and then I read one of Butch Dean’s poetry posts, The Days of Youth. Well, that got me to thinking about my favorite self-talk: “I miss the me I used to be” and that led to another brand new poem which will be today’s post.

THE ME I USED TO BE

I miss the me I used to be,

the things I used to do,

I miss the energy and verve

the vim and vigor too.

I miss the way my feet could dance,

the way my body bent,

contorted to the Limbo

as ‘neath the pole I went.

I miss the feel of garden soil

where once my hands did dig

while scrunching down to plant the seeds

before my joints got big.

Yes, I miss the me I used to be

and all the things I did,

but even though the body’s old,

inside I’m still a kid.

©July 2014

And you know what else? I have a fantastic family, a wonderful church family, and now feel I have a blogging family as well. Life is good!