- Report good service when you get it from customer service reps, cashiers, civil servants, tech support teams, co-workers, waitresses, etc. to their supervisors.
- Give your seat to the person who needs it more than you. That man with all those packages, the woman who just looks tired, the mom who’s kid won’t sit unless she sits next to him…
- Say thank you. Even when no one else does.
- Hold the door, within reason.
- Let that person with just one item go ahead of you in line at the supermarket, and bring your own bags when you go shopping.
- Don’t take more than you need, of anything, even if it’s free.
- When you have more than you need, of anything, share it.
- Listen when someone else is talking, instead of waiting for them to stop talking so you can start.
- Apologize for your actions, not for their reactions.
- Leave something for the next person…
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Find something you love, a service you can do that you really love. It’ll change your life in ways you cannot imagine.
I went up to the Green Chimneys’ farm on Friday, like I usually do, but yesterday when I woke up, my heart wasn’t in it. I went anyway, I’d made a commitment and I knew what would happen once I was there. GC is a residential school for kids with emotional and behavioral problems, it’s also a farm and wildlife sanctuary. The kids help the animals & the animals help the kids. It’s been working just fine for 63 years, before people even started talking about the human-animal bond.
Yesterday was Copper’s first Birthday. He’s grown up on the Green Chimney’s farm since he was a little bitty piglet and one day in the not to distant future he will be a big, a very big pig. But for now he’s cuddly and happy to sit on command if it means food, which it usually does. We brought him inside so he could have a party with balloons & cards & gifts of blueberries, carrots, apples, oranges and grapes and lots & lots of visitors of all ages. Happy Birthday was sung more than once. Read the rest of this entry »
It is entirely within the realm of possibility that a person would, at 53, have a 3 year old grandchild.
However, it was much funnier when my 3 year old godson referred to my friend Marilyn (five years older than me) as Grandma, than it was when he turned around five minutes later, after I’d stopped laughing and called me Grandma as well.
I spent two days teaching him my name. We practiced. We even practiced M’s name. By the time I left, after spending two full days with him, playing cars, monsters, jumping jacks, going for car rides, to a wedding and a full blown temper tantrum, he got it. I was Joey, she was Maradin and for a brief and shining moment, really, I was ‘enry ‘iggins and he was Eliza Doolittle.
I spoke to his mom briefly today. “He loves his toys,” she said. “He held up the stuffed monster you got him and said ‘Granma gave this to me.’”
Yeah. It’s all good. Humbling. But it’s good. So for today, if only for him, I am OnlytheGranma.