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A Dollar Holler

Today I arrived in Statesboro a little early for the first day of Term A Summer classes at Georgia Southern.  Since at the end of the week I’m flying to Manhattan for a long Memorial Day weekend, I decided to run by the grocery store to pick up a few of those travel size products.  (Did you know they sell Gold Bond Powder in teeny tiny containers?!  Remind me to add that to my Five Friday Happy Bringers this week.)

Waiting in a long line (very patiently I might add), I came out of my daydreaming (about, upon my retirement, the possibility at my age of becoming either a tug boat operator on the Savannah River or a Broadway star) when I heard the following exchange between the Friendly Store Clerk and the Girl with the Puppy Tattoo in front of me.

Friendly Store Clerk:  “That’ll be $5.74, ma’am.”

Girl with the Puppy Tattoo:  “Oh gosh.”  (Fumbling frantically in purse.)  “I only have $5.00.”

[Long silence]

Friendly Store Clerk:  “Uh.  Hmm.  Well.”

At this point, it hit me that I could get us all out of this thickening and beginning-to-get embarrassing plot very simply.  But the following thoughts flew through My Mind first:

My Mind:  “If I take out my billfold, open it and don’t have a dollar, will I turn red?”

My Mind:  “What if she thinks I’m a dirty old man?”

My Mind:  “What if Friendly Store Clerk gets unfriendly and belligerent?”

My Mind:  “I’m too shy to do this.”

My Mind:  “Which would bring in more money, Tugboat operator or Broadway star?”

(Okay, kidding about that last one.)

Well, I looked at my shoes, and decided to Just Do It.  I opened my wallet, breathed a sigh of relief that I had a one dollar bill and (feeling like an adult child of Mother Theresa and Donald Trump), handed GWPT the dollar.  Her eyes increased in wattage as she took it and presented it to the SMILING Friendly Store Clerk.

“Have a blessed day, sir,” the Girl with the Puppy Tattoo said.

And that was that.  I walked out with my teensy powder,  having answered a dollar holler.

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Our Natural State

I LOVE this quote and believe it to be SO true:

“Our natural state of being is joy, and it takes so much energy to think negative thoughts, to speak negative words, and to feel miserable. The easy path is good thoughts, good words, and good deeds.  Take the easy path.”                                              — Rhonda Byrne

Do you accept the premise that our most natural (and most transformationally powerful) way to live our lives is in Joy?  And that it is actually easier to think happy thoughts as opposed to unhappy ones?  And that it FEELS better to be happy than to be sad, or angry, or frustrated?  I do … 92% of the time.

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Eating with Pirates

Writing a blog has made me bolder.  I’m basically a shy person, sometimes painfully so.  For example, even after decades, I still get nervous speaking in departmental faculty meetings, unlike many colleagues who will drone on for tens of minutes about the controversial placement of a comma in a new department policy document….  Wait!  Stop!  Did I just write that??  Slap self hard!  Or take Toilet Tissue Purchasing as another example.  For some reason I get SO embarrassed buying it.  I can’t look the checkout clerk directly in the eyes.  I tried buying a single roll at a time for a while because I could hide it in the shopping cart between the rutabaga and the large bag of epsom salts.  But all that shopping got old in a hurry.  So now I just buy the small, anemic-looking four-pack.  At midnight.  DO NOT even suggest to me those super twenty-four roll jumbo packages or the insanely large mega-rolls.  Everybody would be staring.  Wait!  Stop!  That’s not really shyness, is it?  It’s mental.

Anyway, recently I was minding my own business, walking through a hotel lobby restaurant in Orlando, when out of the corner of my left eye (my good one), I saw some pirates at a table.  A decision had to be made: either keep walking and embrace a worldview which accepts pirates–or go ahoy them and take their picture for my blog.

Talk about friendly pirates!  I didn’t fear for my life a single moment during our little connection time.  Come to find out, they were a pirate family.  Here’s mom and dad.  Married 50 years!

And here’s their daughter, a very happy family practice doc, as well as a pirate!

They were joyful mates to meet.