So I thought it was supposed to get warmer today...DEFINITELY NOT! It snowed today in College Station...WHAT! The streets and sidewalks were icy, the wind was bitter and I had the worst luck with buses ever today. Yet school continued today as if nothing was happening...why.There have been so many wrecks and its only noon. Ridiculous. In the midst of this ridiculous cold weather one thing awesome came out of it. While walking to class (45 minutes early because I'm a loser who likes to get there and study) all bundled up probably looking like a marshmallow, I noticed a older woman worker pushing a giant gray trashcan type of thing with a lot of boxes and whatnot in it. I saw her stop outside the building (where my class was)by the stairs, since she couldn't push the cart up there so she slowly started to unload back and forth from the cart to the building in this gosh awful weather. So like any humane person I walked up and asked her if she wanted help lifting the cart into the building, perhaps that's not normal because she looked really confused at first and then gladly accepted my help. We got the cart lifted up the stairs and then I held the door open for her to push the cart in.
Now I'm not telling this story for you all to tell me how wonderful I am or anything, no I'm telling you this because of what she said afterwards. She thanked me profusely and asked me my name, so that she could thank me by name but what she said next was what made my heart cry out in joy. It caught me by surprise too when she said, "Your mama raised you right." I mean most people simply just thank you and part ways, but she looked much deeper into a small act of kindness. She didn't see just see the person that I was but the even greater person who raised me to be the person I am. Seriously that's awesome. People are always telling me that my mom lives through me or whatever, and I can believe it. Especially after thinking about it in that perspective. Remember that your actions, whether you like it or not, reflects somehow on how your parents raised you and I think that is one of the most fantastic things ever. Period. Its a big honor, wear it proudly my friends.
Memory #10
My experience this morning reminded me about my mom (well duh). No matter where we went it always seemed like she just had friends. Everywhere and in places you wouldn't always expect. When I was a freshman in high school my mom started working at her first teaching job at Winkley Elementary School as a fifth grade math teacher. For the entirety of my mom's teaching career I basically always went with her after school to help her grade papers/decorate her room/clean WHATEVER. I was basically her student teacher but not during her actual class...so I guess I was more like her faithful work monkey but hey I was cool with it.
Anyways Winkley was a brand spakin' new school when my mom first started teaching there and since it was her first year teaching she (and I) worked a lot of long nights there. Let me tell you something, schools at night are frightening. Like seriously terrifying. All but like some of the bathroom lights are off and usually no one was there, except some of the custodial staff. My mom used to tell me that the school had been built on an Indian burial ground and that sometimes the spirits came to haunt the school and she had even heard/seen them before. Being the super cool freshman in high school I brushed my mom off and was just like "Whatever mom".
One night, for some odd reason, it just felt way creepier than normal and I was ready to get the heck out of the school and into my own bed asap. So mom's like, "If you want to leave soon go take these down to the workroom and we can leave." So very hesitantly I take the papers and start to slowly walk down the hall and down the stairs to the workroom which was like super creepy. Did I mention that this school was creepy? BECAUSE IT WAS CREEPY! Continuing on in this story, as I'm walking I hear random noises from all around the building. But I keep pressing on. So I enter the workroom and do whatever the heck I was supposed to do in the workroom, then I walk out the door. Standing in front of the door was two people wearing masks and SCREAMING INDIAN CHANTS AT ME WHILE RUNNING AT ME. I screamed and fell to the floor just about peeing myself. Then it stopped and I realized it was my mom and one of the custodial woman that my mom had befriended while working there....SERIOUSLY. I am not even kidding. They had stolen some masks from the art room and planned this all out in less than two minutes.
What the heck. I'm still bitter about it obviously. Anyways do something kind today, like your mama raised you to do.
Love Always,
Erin
Virtue is its own reward!
ReplyDeleteAmen, Nancy!
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