Okay, so if you haven't noticed by now, I am not one to beat around the bush.
I just don't have it in me.
My filter does not work well, actually there are times when it does not work at all.
This has gotten me in trouble on more than one occasion. However, I 'think' most of the time I am just staying what everyone is thinking.
Well, last night, as I am sitting thru another boring meeting...I find myself listening to an old man, rambling. Believe it or not, I am listening intently - why. Because somewhere among the garbled words, he is making sense. Then it happens, he stops, looks around the empty chambers, looks at his note pad and states ' well, I guess that is it. I forgot what I was talking about, and I cannot read my own writing.' This made me giggle. Actually, this made me laugh out loud. How damn cute was that...just matter of fact, and moved on. The old man shuffles back to his seat, he is two steps away from his seat, then it hits him. He comes back up to the podium, and completes his thought. I smiled the entire night at this man.
I am actually an acquaintance with this man. Earlier that day I spent a 1/2 hour talking to him, and he told me the same story he always tells me, and then asked a few questions about the agenda, and on his way out he states 'You know Michelle, I have been in City Gov't for a long time...if you ever need anything just call me.'
This made me smile...can you see me calling a resident at home to ask for advice. It is unheard of, but his offer was genuine and sincere. I miss having people like that in my life. There was once a generate of men and women that called a spade a spade, shook hands and meant what they said. I see glimmers of that conduct every now and then, and I am hopeful.
I am hopeful that they raise their children with the same parameters, same notions. As my faith in the work world fails, it is inspired by people like him.
A small offer of help, that I would never follow up on, got me thru the day.
I should pay attention to the small things a bit more often.