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I'm 50+ and have learned a few things myself,
Never fight meanness with meanness, but with kindness. Sound
strange?
Here's one of my stories;
When I was a child, we lived in a small village. Being a family of
six amongst retirees and vacationers, we weren't very well accepted
by the caretakers of the village. It seemed just being kids was a
thorn in their sides. It was not something they wanted to deal with,
but they took on the role of our disciplinarians. This means we got
yelled at a lot! I was a shy little girl and didn't understand why
they were being so mean to us as I liked the older couple. My
brothers were not at all happy with the yelling and even did thing
to irritate the caretakers. I had enough of them being mean to us
and asked my mother if there wasn't something we could so to make
them happier people so maybe they would be nicer to us. We talked
for a while and decided to make them a pie as a peace offering. My
mother and I went to the store, bought what we needed and made the
pie. It turned out perfectly. Although, I wanted my mother to come
with me, she said it was my idea and I needed you take it myself. I
was afraid of them, I didn't know if they would yell at me or what.
I finally convinced my mother to at least walk with me to their
gate. I was hoping they would be outside so I wouldn't have to knock
on their door but they were not. Here I am a thin, blond haired, 10
year old little girl, scared to death, walking up to their door with
what seemed to be a huge pie hot out of the oven.
I watched as my mother walked back to our house, wishing she was
there beside me, I carefully held the pie in one arm as I made my
way through the gate and knocked on the door.
It startled me when the curtain flew open in the window next to the
door, but I stood there with a smile on my face just hoping I would
be received well. It seemed to take forever for them to open the
door but when it did open, there stood the sweetest looking older
lady I have ever seen. It was quite a contrast to the mean old woman
who yelled at us kids almost daily.
She greeted me with a slight smile but said nothing. I swallowed
hard and said "my mother and I made this pie for you, it's sort of a
peace offering for having to put up with us". I held my breath. What
happened next was more than I could have ever expected.
She invited me in, thanking me, calling to her husband to come see
who was at the door. I followed her to the kitchen where the older
man was reading the evening paper. He looked up and smiled when he
saw me standing there with the pie in both arms. "Come on in and
have a seat" he said in the nicest tone of voice I had ever heard
out of him. The now sweet older lady took some ice cream out of the
freezer and served up a plate of pie and ice cream to all of us. We
talked and enjoyed the desert together.
From then on, there was no more yelling. The older man did on
occasion go up to the boys and ask them nicely not to do whatever it
was they were doing that made his job of caretaker harder and even
helped us when we were playing in the median. They became more like
grandparents to all four of us kids and I will always remember their
kindness and how an act of kindness, a freshly baked pie, can change
the way people treat you.
More stories to come...
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