Did you ever find that half inch wrench you haven’t seen for a year or that sixth steak knife that has been missing since Thanksgiving? Did you ever come to know something at age forty-five that you suddenly realize most everyone else learned in third grade? It’s like when you had the chicken pox and had to stay home for a week while everyone else learned inter-social relationships while you were gone. No, not you, but you know someone. Me too.
The God of the Old Testament was an angry, lightning bolt tossing, city destroying, flood ravaging kind of guy, but the New Testament God is forgive thy neighbor and do onto others. In today’s society, there are a lot of angry people who want to destroy things and hurt people, and a lot of people that want to build a better society based on morals and principles. It’s like good God, bad God, or, bad God, good God.
It’s like a bunch of truckers and NFL offensive linemen up against the Girl Scouts or members of Del Webb’s cooking club. Even if you don’t know who Del Webb is, you get it. Five motorcycle gang members does not equal five choir boys. One group has power, presence, influence and dominance that the other does not possess. Can you pick which is which?
So, hey! Can you get to the epiphany already?
Okay, okay. That week in third grade when I was faking a tummy ache, the whole rest of the class learned the value of kindness. I always knew that, on some level; that level off over there behind the cloud and the veil. So after I was released from rehab . . . no, that never happened, but just a few words someone said, made me see a deeper appreciation and the value and power of kindness.
In hindsight, what they taught that week in third grade was not picked up on by all those in attendance. Those that were goofing off in the back of the class either became bikers, loggers, used car salesmen or prisoners. Had I been in class, I would have been in the back with all the free-thinkers, goofing off and exploring my creativity.
Just a recent comment someone made was like the last piece of this giant life-puzzle, like lifting the last veil that revealed the great value of the smallest kind act. I knew that. We all know that on some level but we tend to leave it there in the back of our mind where it gets dark. We don’t think these thoughts because, well, never mind.
Try being nice to someone besides your wife and your boss. Try being sincerely nice to your wife/husband and everyone else. Stop being the self-appointed traffic monitor on the freeway or a political referee that yells at your television. Turn on some classical music and kick back. Find a way to be kind to others, either through thought or action, and fell the effects, results, rewards or just good feeling of making someone else’s day a little better. There is no down side.