The doctor"s office was very busy that day, so Mrs. Smith had an opportunity to chat with the boy"s mother while he played with his soldiers. At first he sat quietly, playing with the soldiers on the arm of the chair. Then he silently moved to the floor, glancing up at his mother.
Eventually, Mrs. Smith had an opportunity to ask the little boy what had happened to his eye. He considered her question for a long moment, then replied, lifting the patch, "There"s nothing wrong with my eye. I"m a pirate!" Then he returned to his game.
Mrs. Smith was there because she had lost her leg from the knee down in an auto accident. Her trip today was to determine whether it had healed enough to be fitted with a prosthetic. The loss had been devastating to her. Try as she would to be courageous, she felt like an invalid. Intellectually, she knew that this loss should not interfere with her life, but emotionally, she just couldn"t overcome this hurdle. Her doctor had suggested visualization, and she had tried it, but had been unable to envision an emotionally acceptable, lasting image. In her mind she saw herself as an invalid.
The word "pirate" changed her life. Instantly, she was transported. She saw herself dressed as Long John Silver, standing aboard a pirate ship. She stood with her legs planted wide apart-one pegged. Her hands were clenched at her hips, her head up and her shoulders back, as she smiled into a storm. Gale force winds whipped her coat and hair behind her. Cold spray blew across the deck bal.u.s.trade as great waves broke against the ship. The vessel rocked and groaned under the storm"s force. Still she stood firmly-proud, undaunted.
In that moment, the invalid image was replaced and her courage returned. She regarded the young boy, busy with his soldiers.
A few minutes later, the nurse called her. As she balanced on her crutches, the young boy noticed her amputation. "Hey lady," he called, "what"s wrong with your leg?" The young boy"s mother was mortified.
Mrs. Smith looked down at her shortened leg for a moment. Then she replied with a smile, "Nothing. I"m a pirate, too."
Marjorie Walle
So ...What DoYou Grow?
We are not rich by what we possess but rather by what we can do without.
Immanuel Kant Sandy lives in an apartment so small that when she comes home from shopping at Goodwill, she has to decide what to move out to make room for her purchases. She struggles day-to-day to feed and clothe herself and her four-year-old daughter on money from freelance writing and odd jobs.
Her ex-husband has long since disappeared down some unknown highway, probably never to be heard from again. As often as not, her car decides it needs a day off and refuses to budge. That means bicycling (weather permitting), walking or b.u.mming a ride from friends.
The things most Americans consider essential for survival- a television, microwave, boom box and high-priced sneakers-are far down Sandy"s list of "maybe someday" items.
Nutritious food, warm clothing, an efficiency apartment, student loan payments, books for her daughter, absolutely necessary medical care and an occasional movie matinee eat up what little cash there is to go around.
Sandy has knocked on more doors than she can recall, trying to land a decent job, but there is always something that doesn"t quite fit-too little experience or not the right kind, or hours that make child care impossible.
Sandy"s story is not unusual. Many single parents and older people grapple with our economic structure, falling into the crevice between being truly self-sufficient and being sufficiently impoverished to gain government a.s.sistance.
What makes Sandy unusual is her outlook.
"I don"t have much in the way of stuff or the American dream," she told me with a genuine smile.
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"Sometimes. When I see another little girl around my daughter"s age who has nice clothes and toys, or who is riding around in a fancy car or living in a fine house, then I feel bad. Everyone wants to do well by their children," she replied.
"But you"re not bitter?"
"What"s to be bitter about? We aren"t starving or freezing to death, and I have what is really important in life," she replied.
"And what is that?" I asked.
"As I see it, no matter how much stuff you buy, no matter how much money you make, you really only get to keep three things in life," she said.
"What do you mean by "keep"?"
"I mean that n.o.body can take these things away from you."
"And what are these three things?" I asked.
"One, your experiences; two, your true friends; and three, what you grow inside yourself," she told me without hesitation.
For Sandy, "experiences" don"t come on a grand scale. They are so-called ordinary moments with her daughter, walks in the woods, napping under a shade tree, listening to music, taking a warm bath or baking bread.
Her definition of friends is more expansive. "True friends are the ones who never leave your heart, even if they leave your life for a while. Even after years apart, you pick up with them right where you left off, and even if they die, they"re never dead in your heart," she explained.
As for what we grow inside, Sandy said, "That"s up to each of us, isn"t it? I don"t grow bitterness or sorrow. I could if I wanted to, but I"d rather not."
"So what do you grow?" I asked.
Sandy looked warmly at her daughter and then back to me. She pointed toward her own eyes, which were aglow with tenderness, grat.i.tude and a sparkling joy.
"I grow this."
Philip Chard
Submitted by Laurie Waldron
Grandma Ruby
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried about their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favorite lamp or upset my well-designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law, Ruby.
Ruby is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love.
One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at Ruby"s home. Just the month before, Ruby had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the "same old carpet" for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home.
My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews-prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight-year-old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on Grandma"s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire downstairs of the house.
Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into Grandma Ruby"s arms. "Grandma, I"ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet."
Grandma Ruby knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena"s tearful eyes and said, "Don"t worry sweetheart, we can get you more honey."
Lynn Robertson
Problem or Solution?
It was 1933. I had been laid off my part-time job and could no longer make my contribution to the family larder. Our only income was what Mother could make by doing dressmaking for others.
Then Mother was sick for a few weeks and unable to work. The electric company came out and cut off the power when we couldn"t pay the bill. Then the gas company cut off the gas. Then the water company. But the Health Department made them turn the water back on for reasons of sanitation. The cupboard got very bare. Fortunately, we had a vegetable garden and were able to cook some of its produce in a campfire in the back yard.
Then one day my younger sister came tripping home from school with, "We"re supposed to bring something to school tomorrow to give to the poor."
Mother started to blurt out, "I don"t know of anyone who is any poorer than we are," when her mother, who was living with us at the time, shushed her with a hand on her arm and a frown.
"Eva," she said, "if you give that child the idea that she is "poor folks" at her age, she will be "poor folks" for the rest of her life. There is one jar of that homemade jelly left. She can take that."
Grandmother found some tissue paper and a little bit of pink ribbon with which she wrapped our last jar of jelly, and Sis tripped off to school the next day proudly carrying her "gift to the poor."
And ever after, if there was a problem in the community, Sis just naturally a.s.sumed that she was supposed to be part of the solution.
Edgar Bledsoe
Just the Way You Are
My friend Mark Tucker produces and delivers multimedia slide presentations to audiences across the country.
One night, following one of his shows on the East Coast, a woman came up to him and said, "You know, you really should be using my son"s music in your show."
So Mark started to give her the usual rap. First, her son should make a demo tape. It didn"t have to be professional, he explained. In fact, her son could just go into his bedroom and play some simple chords on his guitar-just enough to give Mark an idea of the type of music he played.
After he had explained the whole process, the woman gave him a funny look and said, "Well, my son is Billy Joel."
As soon as he had recovered from the shock, Mark quickly a.s.sured her that her son would not need to send a demo tape! He then listened as this woman urged him to consider using one particular song her son had written. She felt it contained a positive message about self-worth that would fit Mark"s work beautifully. And she went on to describe how the seeds of that song had been planted in early childhood.
As a young boy, she explained, Billy Joel often wanted to be someone else, someone different from who he was. It seems he was teased a lot because he was shorter than the rest of the kids. It was common for him to come home from school or play and complain that he wasn"t good enough. And he truly believed that if he could be just a little taller, then he"d be okay.
His mother, of course, never believed for a minute that her son was anything less than perfect. So every time he expressed something negative about himself, she said to him, "Don"t worry-it doesn"t matter. You don"t have to be like anyone else because you"re already perfect. We"re all unique, we"re all different. And you, too, have something wonderful to share with the world. I love you just the way you are."
Remember that old expression about words coming back to haunt you? In this case, the words of a mother who unconditionally loved her son came back many years later in the form of a song. You see, as Billy Joel grew up, he learned who he was and he found his dream of creating music for the world. And millions of people got to hear with their hearts, as his mother did, the words of his Grammy Award-winning song: Don"t go changin"
to try and please me ...
I love you just the way you are.
Jennifer Read Hawthorne "Just the Way You Are,"lyrics by Billy Joel,copyright1977Impulsive Music.
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
True Beauty
When asked how she still appears young despite her difficult lifestyle, Mother Teresa replied, "Sometimes a good feeling from inside is worth much more than a beautician."
For Mother"s Day, Jeannie had put considerable effort and planning into buying something very special for her mother, Bess. She had carefully put together the cost of an image consultation gift certificate out of her first few paychecks. On the appointed day, this young daughter brought her shy, plain mother to my studio.
During the color draping and makeover, Bess confessed that she had concentrated on her family for years and ignored herself. Consequently she had never even considered what clothes looked good on her or how to apply her makeup.
As I placed pretty colors close to her face, she began to blossom, though she didn"t seem to realize it. After applying the finishing touches of blush and lipstick to enhance her coloring, I invited her to view herself in the big cheval mirror. She took a long look, as if she were surveying a stranger, then edged closer and closer to her image. Finally, staring open-mouthed, she touched the mirror lightly. "Jeannie," she motioned, "come here." Drawing her daughter beside her, she pointed toward the image. "Jeannie, look at me. I"m beautiful!"
The young woman smiled at the older woman in the mirror with tears in her eyes. "Yes, Mother, you have always been-beautiful."