tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5314680638979126500.post8253441758508931152..comments2024-01-08T01:26:24.668-05:00Comments on Take a Walk on The Happy Side: ANGELS AMONGST US - The Pan Man and The Cart GirlMaggieMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03654700714372802174noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5314680638979126500.post-69914069059235603862009-12-05T14:45:29.276-05:002009-12-05T14:45:29.276-05:00I don't get people who don't put their car...I don't get people who don't put their carts away (unless they have little kids and don't want to leave them alone in the car for 10 steps). I don't understand people who are rude. Seriously, is life THAT bad? Choose to be positive! (even if you have to fake it, LOL!)datrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11780816487520416497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5314680638979126500.post-2796554858588113542009-11-30T07:01:02.468-05:002009-11-30T07:01:02.468-05:00Loved, loved, loved this post. It really is ALL ab...Loved, loved, loved this post. It really is ALL about perspective- in my every thought or deed. This became abundantly clear to me several years ago as I was coming home from the hospital. There is a street in our city that is infamous for having cars cut across its lanes and in doing so, force you out of the lane you are currently in. On the night that my revelation occured, a car did cut me off. Having had that happen to me so many times before and usually having a bad reaction to it (anger, frustration, muttering) I was absolutely surprised that I was not at all affected by it this time. Why? I was in a great mood because my husband and I were coming home from the hospital with a healthy new baby. This isn't what drove the point home. A few months later, same scenario, driving home from the hospital, a car cuts me off in the same exact spot and I realized that I got to choose my reaction- my perspective- as this time I was not coming home with a new baby, but from seeing my father who was critically injured in a farm accident. It was in that moment I realized I NEVER know what anyone else is going through. I get to choose how I behave, react and respond, so I do my very best to do the right thing and be understanding, nice and compassionate since I have no idea if the person I'm interacting with is celebrating a baby or mourning a great loss. I'm certainly not perfect at it but at least it is in my awareness. We can be someone else's angel, just as I believe there are always angels all around us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com