Being is the essence out of which all things evolve. This blog is an ongoing conversation of being in various facets and areas of life, including the personal and the professional from which relationships of all kinds are formed and teams built in all communities, virtual or real, at home, at work, in politics and at play.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Being Confident
Being Creative
Being Complex
Being Forever Aware of Fascism
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Being Ron Paul
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Being Barack Obama
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Being Kind
"Might you have any more of these?" I asked.
"Let met check with grocery," the cashier said.
"Are those good?" another lady asked.
"They're the best," I said.
"What's in it?" she asked.
"It has 25% aloe vera juice and pulp," I said.
"I always like to see what other people are buying," she said.
"It has only 60 calories per serving and it's not very sweet," I said.
"I'd like to try it," she said.
"Here, take this one," I said with a slight inner twinge. I wanted it so bad.
"No, you go ahead," she said. "I'll remember the name for another time."
"Please take it," I insisted, feeling good about my decision.
She stood there looking into my eyes. She was always welcoming, but suddenly there was such softness around her eyes and mouth.
"That is so very nice of you," she said. "Thank you."
"You'll love it!" I said. "It's so refreshing."
"You are so kind," she said.
"When I see you again you'll have to tell me how you enjoyed it," I said.
"I sure will," she said beaming. "You're so kind."
"Blessings!" I said. "I'll see you again."
Offering that drink may not have been a huge gesture, but I felt really good about it and from the look on her face she did too. Let's be sure to practice kindness daily. Often times it's the small gestures that mean so much.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Being a Creative Destructionist
Monday, January 9, 2012
Being Considerate of the Needs of Others
"Should I lay it on the counter," he asked the attendant. "There are eight dollars here."
"No," she said. "Give it to me. I'll count it. But wait right there though."
As the attendant counted mostly dimes and nickles and a few quarters, they seem to sparkle. They were so clean. Shortly thereafter his wife came in and gave him a gentle hug, but not before giving more change.
"Here, I found another dollar," said the wife, lovingly caressing her husband's shoulders, handing the change to the attendant, and stepping back out quickly.
"Please give the change back to him," I said. "If you don't mind sir, I'd like to fill up your gas tank today."
"Really? You would?" he asked.
Yes, sir," I said, making sure to put that particular handle on his name again. Not being able to adequately provide for your family must be humiliating.
"Thank you so very much," he said. "May God richly bless you."
I waited for them to fill their van up. It took some time. My car is smaller.
"They must be on e flat," the attendant said.
"That's okay," I responded.
"Look," said the attendant, "he's crying."
After paying for the gas, I thought of how I might leave the station without running into them to avoid a sense of obligation. But that didn't work. They were both coming in my direction with tears streaming down their faces.
"We just asked God if he could provide a means for us to get to prayer," the wife said. "God answered our prayers."
She gave me a big hug and thanked me profusely. I mentioned that there is no other reason for our existence on the planet, save to be a help to one another.
"Do you have little ones?" I asked.
"Yes, the husband said. "We have four. Two are in the van."
"Beautiful. "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus," I quoted.
"Amen," they responded.
"Now, Father, we ask you to bless our dear sister 100 fold," he said. "Whatever her needs are, meet them. It's done."
There was a big group hug. When I got into my car I wept. Let's always be sure to consider the needs of others. In doing so we are blessed.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Being Doubtful
-William Shakespeare, Measure by Measure