Step 1.
Watch this:
I heard these often when I lived in Papua New Guinea, but never saw one in the wild. And yet, I knew they were there. I sensed their presence, touched their fallen feathers, and heard their songs. Birds of Paradise aren't ordinary birds. They don't do what we expect from ordinary birds. Simply put, they are magic. Magic by some outside force? No. Magic by merely being their extraordinary selves.
We too, all have the opportunity to move from ordinary to extra-ordinary, from expected to magic. The question then becomes...
When will you decide to be your extraordinary, magical Self?
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Do this:
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Step 2.
Read this:
I walked into the post office and waited in line, humming a little
tune. A few people turned and stared. I gave each a genuine smile. They smiled
back. Or mostly. A few opened their eyes even wider and wondered what my
diagnosis was.
When I finally got to the front, ‘Gary’ welcomed me.
“Hey Brynne. How y’ been?”
Eyebrows, of the few I had yet to win over, lowered a bit. She can’t be as crazy as she seems if Gary
knows her. Gary, the most conservative, grumpy postal worker we've ever
had in this county.
“Life is good,
Gary… life is good. How ‘bout you, my friend?” I asked.
“Oh alright, you
know. Making the best of what scraps come my way. What’y got for me today?”
I lifted up my bag and pulled out one of the things I intended to
mail. It was a clear surgical glove filled with candy and tied with a string.
On the end of the string was a piece of paper with an address and a note that
said ‘thank you for your helping hand’.
“Well, I never.
You’re serious, aren’t ya darlin’?”
I nodded with a
smile.
He shook his head
with a happy feeling emanating. The people in line craned to see what all the
fuss was about. I could feel the air lighten. Everywhere. Even among the
eyebrow-raisers.
“Well, you see…”
I said. “I wanted to surprise my volunteers since they surprised me. I didn’t expect them
to be so wonderful with the kids, to volunteer their hearts even more than
their time. How could I send them boring old envelopes with ordinary thank
you notes inside when they deserved so much more?”
That’s when Gary said this to me:
“You know, darlin’…. When you first came in
here, I wasn’t so much sure about you. But with every trip in, you left me with
a smile. And I’m not a smilin’ kinda guy, if you haven’t noticed.” He swallowed
a big gulp. “But when I saw the power of a smile, of that magic it creates, I
decided I better mend my ways.”
He leaned his head down, all the way down, so his eyes were
looking straight at the counter. And there on the bare skin of his bald head,
was a smile.
“I drew it
myself. For all my customers. I do every mornin’ now. They deserve it even when
I can’t seem to find it for my face.”
And then he smiled. A real smile. His extra-ordinary Self had
shown through.
Step 3.
Decide to be your extraordinary, magical Self.
8 comments:
I hope I don't ever go bald, but now I know what to draw on my noggin. This is fabulous posting. Made me want to go out and make people smile, too... Nicely done, nicely done.
And I can soOo see you with a smiley on your head too! What a beautiful picture, my friend! You already make me smile!!
Soo glad you enjoyed the post, dear Michael:)
Diagnosis = YOU set an extraordinary example of giving genuinly from the Heart. It is contagious for sure!! Beautiful post for Valentine's week. Thanks so much.
Thank you, my friend. Happy Valentines's Day to you, too...you beautifully bright, heart-centered soul!:)
Feel my big toothey smile! Feel it!
oooOOOooo...I feel it!! Love you, sweet friend.:)
Everyday magic, indeed. :)
...and especially with a little sprinklin' of my dear Shelley:) Always love finding you here, sweet soul! Happyhappy!!
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