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Dappled path Hot Dusty Pound Keep Moving Breathe…
Dappled path
Hot
Dusty
Pound
Keep Moving
Breathe deep
Sage
Pine
Dirt
Keep Moving
Climbing up
Rocks
Strain
Sweat
Keep Moving
Finally the view
Beauty
Majesty
Awe
Keep Looking
To Whom It May Concern Part 4
Dear Germ-a-Phobe Coworker,
I love that when you hear someone coughing, you haul out your tub-o-Clorox wipes and and coat your whole cubicle with their germ-killing goodness. I fully expect to see you wearing a mask to work one day like those people in Asia who are scared of catching some kind of flu from birds. But now I have an overwhelming urge to sneeze on your desk every time I walk by.
Love,
Your Germy Friend
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Dear Car,
I don’t normally write letters to my car. But you are the exception. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me so much. Maybe it was because I called you the chariot of satan when you left me stranded for the fourth time. I didn’t mean it. I was only joking. So please stop mocking me by working for the mechanic and giving me the proverbial bird every time I try to start you.
Can’t we just be friends?
Your Submissive Driver
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Dear Mechanic,
Look, I know you and my car are plotting against me. I don’t know what you’re slipping in her gas tank, but she obviously likes being with you more than she likes being with me. But please know that I will show up at your garage at 7 a.m. every morning until she works like she’s supposed to. Because I’m persistent like that.
Signed,
I JUST WANT MY DARN CAR BACK
Can you see me?
I realized something this weekend.
I spent much of my childhood and adolescence trying to be invisible. I didn’t want people to notice me. In elementary school, I was painfully shy. When it was my turn to read out loud, I would fly through the words– onefishtwofishredfishbluefish–desperate to just get them out, get it over with. Desperate for all eyes to be trained on someone other than me.
In middle school it became a survival instinct. Like an animal in the wild blends in with its surroundings, I too tried to blend in. Fly under the radar. Not call attention to my clumsiness. My awkwardness. My nerdiness.
And on it went. I was pretty good at it. Too good maybe. Because it was in my teen years I realized I couldn’t just turn it off. It wasn’t like a light switch–now you see me now you don’t. I had spent my life blending in, flying under the radar. And now nobody would notice me. I camped at the same summer camp five summers in a row. Yet nobody knew me. Beyond my close ciricle of friends, people knew nothing about me. Sure, they may know my name, may recognize my face. But that’s all.
I feel like I’m still fighting it. It’s my natural instinct to sink back, observe, blend in. I was reminded of that at church this Sunday. I went to the late service, which I rarely do, and sat by myself, which I usually do. During the greeting time, a couple introduced themselves, asking if this was my first time. I had to tell them that I had been attending this church for a year. In the foyer after the service, I was chatting with one of the kids from my first grade Sunday school class, which I teach during the school year. Her mother stared at me blankly–How do you know my child? she asked. And I had to tell her that I had taught her daughter for nine months.
So, I don’t really know what to do. Or if there’s anything I even should do. I don’t want to be the center of the party.
I just want you to know my name.
About Something Other Than Us
Don’t you hate it when you miss out on something really cool? Well, I don’t want you, my loyal reader(s) to miss out on this like I almost did.
If you look to the right, there’s a sidebar, called the 40 Day Fast. Each day, someone in that list is going to blog about a cause–something they believe in. I read many of those blogs daily, and I am often moved to tears–and more importantly, moved to action–but the words of these people, most of whom I’ve never met.
I ask you to take a few minutes and read the daily blog, and pray about how God is moving you to think about something other than yourself.
The fast starts today! So read Kat’s entry, linked to the right. And for more details about this fast, just read the “learn more” link just below the 40 Day Fast Banner.
*NOTE-I can’t figure out how to put this in my sidebar, so I’m just going to post it here. Sorry about that!
June 22 - Kat
June 23 - Brant Hansen
June 24 - SAM
June 25 - Shaun Groves
June 26 - Kristin
June 27 - Chaotic Hammer
June 28 - Stephanie
June 29 - Stephen
June 30 - Jeanine
July 1 - Truevyne
July 2 - Ryan G
July 3 - Jeremy Thiessen
July 4 - Steven
July 5 - Susanne
July 6 - Valerie
July 7 - William Guice
July 8 - Todd
July 9 - Scott
July 10 - Transition Pete
July 11 - Marianne
July 12 - Mark Jaffrey
July 13 - Michelle
July 14 - Lucas Parry
July 15 - Tim Harm
July 16 - Andrew Osenga
July 17 - Shawn
July 18 - Lorijo
July 19 - Euphrony
July 20 - Brody Harper
July 21 - Amy
July 22 - Erin Mount
July 23 - Dray
July 24 - Jessica
July 25 - Carlos
July 26 - Mom
July 27 - Ted
July 28 - Charla
July 29 - Rick
July 30 - Tressa
July 31 - Toby
To Whom It May Concern Part 3
Dear Mr. Mechanic,
Seriously? Do you really think that I wouldn’t know if had “one of ‘dem electric cars”? I know that my car is not electric. I don’t care if you’ve never seen a battery like that before. I’m a girl, but I’m not an idiot. Now put those gosh-darn jumper cables on that “weird” battery and just jump the thing before I attach the positive to your nose and the negative to…your toe.
Sincerely,
Cranky Girl with the Broken Down Car
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Dear Cute Guy at my Apartment,
Thank you for distracting me when Mr. Mechanic was working on my car. Had it not been for you, we may have learned what happens when jumper cables are attached to a human. And you were friendly, and sympathetic, and nice to look at, to boot. You made my stressful morning just a bit better.
Your Distracted Friend in the Parking Lot
UGH!
Wednesday–When I left work, my car wouldn’t start. Called roadside assistance, waited 40 minutes, some teenager jumped my car, and I drove home. Thought it was just a fluke.
Thursday–Left work. Car wouldn’t start. AGAIN. Some friends jumped it this time. Drove it to the dealership. Got a mini van for a loaner. Lost cool points. See earlier posts.
Friday–Got a call, saying that my car had a bad battery. Took mini van back. Felt inexplicable sadness. Wondered if I should get something pierced or tattooed to balance it all out.
Sunday–Got in my car to meet family for a baseball game. Car wouldn’t start. I thought impure thoughts. Said some things that shouldn’t be repeated. Called and left a mean message for the dealership.
DID I MENTION THIS CAR IS ONLY 14 MONTHS OLD?!?
I’m so stinkin’ frustrated right now.
It’s a small world after all
So for some reason, my blog seems to have gone international today. I had visitors from the US, Spain, Germany, Ireland, India and Canada.
I would just like to say, hello my international friends! I’m sure you were all drawn here by my uber coolness.
Sorry to disappoint you!
