Sometimes all it takes are a few “word crumbs” to make us observant and take notice…and help us to smile. I have been doing book signings for the past 17 years in a variety of indoor and outdoor settings. As I sit “peddling my wares,” I have become an eyewitness to the interesting natures of humans. I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting fascinating people and observing others. One summer, as I sat outside a shop in Blowing Rock, signing books, I noticed so many people wearing shirts with interesting words. I finally took out a note pad to write down the entertaining words I was reading. It gave me a great insight to their interesting natures…along with being a “feast of the mind.” The first one of which I made note was an overweight man with a shirt that said, “My working out is just not working out!” After the second one which was, “I’d trade my wife for a tractor,” I grabbed my pen. The rest followed in this order:
* Life is uncertain. Eat your dessert first.
* This is the shirt I wear when I don’t care.
* Women who behave rarely make history.
* I’d stop eating chocolate, but I’m no quitter.
*If you can see this shirt, the old lady fell off.(on a motorcyclist’s shirt)
* Save the planet….duct tape won’t fix everything
* Save the planet…it’s the only one with video games.
* Stick around. I need someone to blame.
I recall a time period when I was a semi-mature (?) adult and my mother simply stated two words that were all I needed to carry me. I went to Atlanta on a business trip for a week. (a whole week!) I reverted back to the most infantile of behaviors, acting like a homesick kid at camp away from the comfort of home.
The actual moment my lust for home began was following a phone call from my son the first night I was away. He called to tell me the great news that he had been accepted into the college of his choice. I could not believe I was so far away and unable to celebrate this once-in-a-lifetime event with him. (Did I mention I was to be there for a whole week?)
I spoke to my mother on the phone during this period of longing in hopes of gathering necessary relief. I could tell she was searching for just the right words to comfort her all grown up baby daughter. Disappointingly, she did not say, “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll be home soon.” No…instead she emphatically said, “Buck up!” My defensive retort was, “But it only means that I really like my life and that’s a good thing!”In actuality, her words were quite appropriate ones. I allowed them to continually resonate through my mind and I “bucked up!” They helped me to endure the final days of my trip with a little more endurance. Words are so powerful and moms are the best! Her “word crumbs”provided a feast and carried me!
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