Charity should begin at home, but should not stay there. ~ Philip Brooks
You have not lived until you have done something for someone who can never repay you. ~ Anonymous
A good laugh is sunshine in the house. ~ William Makepeace Thackeray
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Humble pie. I just got a healthy dose of that today. It’s never pleasant, nor does it taste good. I don’t have to have it often, but often enough to remember that I really don’t like it. I wish it was the kind of dish you could easily turn down, “Hold the pie tonight! I’ll have that fabulous cake over there!” Sadly, it is a dish that requires finishing.
It got me thinking... a dangerous pastime, I know! I’d received some very disappointing news and, obviously, did not handle it well. When I don’t handle things “well”, I get very quiet. A natural phenomenon itself! My poor co-workers bore the brunt of my silence as I went about my day. I smiled half-heartedly, and made sure to boost that effort with customers, knowing that I was a terrible fake. I knew I wasn’t behaving as I should, but I just couldn’t get over the emotions that were boiling up inside me. This wasn’t the real me! I’m the one who goes around making people smile and laugh. I love to make someone’s day brighter! It’s a personal goal every single day! But not today. I just couldn’t do it, and so, I stewed in my own pot while everyone else stayed out of my way.
It took a while. Self-pity can do that. I finally came around and realized that I was behaving like an…, well, donkey. I knew what I had done was wrong and I had to ‘fess up. Ugh. Raise your hand if you like admitting you were wrong! Yeah, exactly. Ugh. I sent text messages to each co-worker and apologized for my behaviour, hence the healthy dose of humble pie. All replied favourably, which was a blessing. They understood that sometimes we just have bad days. It made me feel better, kinda. I still feel like an idiot, but at least I did the right thing in the end. It just wasn’t easy.
I share this with you because it was a shocking lesson at my age. You’d think that, by now, I’d have that kind of thing figured out. But, nope, I don’t. Or, perhaps, I feel that, as I get older, people should just have to put up with my … um … crap. They don’t. They shouldn’t.
And, so, I write this as a reminder to myself (in case I forget, and I probably will, you know age does that!), but also to you. Let’s not be the kind of people that take things out on others because we’re frustrated, or hurt, or whatever. Let’s be the kind of people that build each other up, and not tear each other down. Let’s be the sunshine in someone’s day. The smile they needed. The boost they needed to hear. It’s been my personal goal for many years, and I failed… epically.
We all have bad days. Mine was a doozey! But a healthy dose of humble pie made me see the error of my ways and, hopefully, I will keep that in mind.
I don’t much care for that pie.