When a speck starts to irritate you, it becomes a stone, which becomes a boulder, which gets so big you can’t see past it.
So, yesterday, I was having a speck-to-boulder day…
My boulder weighs me down, sinking me into mid-depths of bummed-out-ness.
In my wilted state, I head to a social function with the family.
Smile pasted on, I weave through people traffic.
On the way to the bathroom, one person thinks I am Chris.
On the way back from the bathroom, another stranger thinks I am Chris.
I looked down at what I am wearing and feel slightly better.
It’s a good thing to be mistaken for Chris.
I pluck a 1,000 calorie key lime mousse from the food table.
Then Peggy approaches me. I don’t know her well, but she’s a warm and sparkly person.
She treats me like a long lost friend.
She whispers “I’m an introvert and I will be heading back to the kitchen soon” but she seems glad to see me before she hides.
Then she asks me a sincere question, her kind eyes searching.
They stop right where the boulder sits in my soul.
And that powerful kindness, with its innocent question, unleashes healing waters that wash my wounds.
That’s me with the key lime mousse and the tears– being hugged by Peggy in the middle of a busy driveway.
We are an island of feelings in a sea of toddlers, teens, fajitas and a jumping castle.
I feel better now.
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.” — Mother Teresa
“Lord, help me say the kind thing at the right time to the person who needs it most.” Amen.
© Lisa M. Luciano