Sunday, September 22, 2013


Follow me on my little adventure.
While talking about this to Tony I'm pretty sure he thought I was high.  Although I have never been high before so how would he know?

The other day I pulled up next to another car at a red light. The driver looked right at me with kind of a stare. So I smiled.  I'm nice.  I smile.  In my mind I was thinking about how she looked like a stereotype.  She had over-processed, platinum blonde hair, bright, Barbie-pink lipstick caked on her lips and she had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.  Both our windows were down and I heard her comment to the other person in her car that I had smiled at her.  She wasn't happy about my smile.  I tried to think back in my mind, did I do something to irritate her?  Did I cut her off in traffic?  I didn't think so.  Why was she automatically biased against me?  There could have been a hundred reasons.  There were events in her life that had lead her to this point where she resented my smile.  It made my want to read the book of her life.  I bet it's interesting.  And that's the thing.  My sister wrote a post about our third grade teacher.  She was super mean.  Teacher's of little third graders with no mothers should automatically act like Miss Honey, am I right?  She wasn't.  Something must have made her that way.  Did she have mean parents?  I want to read the book of her life.  Everyone has a book.  All these stories of moments that have shaped and defined their lives.  I really try to give people the benefit of the doubt.  If you're riding my tail on the road, I assume you're late for work and just in a big hurry and I'm keeping you from speeding and getting stopped and making you even later for work.  See...I'm nice.  But really, I try to really hard to be nice to everyone I meet.  It takes a lot for my feathers to get ruffled with a stranger.  I try to keep an open mind about people despite my snap judgements and stereotyping.  Everyone is fighting a battle, right?  I want to be fighting with them.

I want everyone to do the same for me.  I wish that other people could see me as I really am.  Love me for my good qualities and try to overlook my faults.  I guess what it all boils down to is the Golden Rule.  Let's be kinder today to the person who may or may not have cut you off in traffic.

"As I have loved you, love one another."
That should be our reality.


Shelly Onofrio said...

I adore you, Anna. I want to be you when I grow up.

Jennifer said...

Why didn't she like your smile? She would have had to be high not to like your smile. Mrs. Mott was about as from from Ms. Honey as Ms. Trunchbull was. I enjoyed reading this.