As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
TL and I were in the grocery store the other day and there was this gal I know as just someone in the Brier, as I have no idea who she is. We saw her in the Thrift store and like all rural communities you just are pleasant to each other.
I noticed she really aged, so she was vaxed and as I passed her she said something about getting out of my way as Americans are polite people in the Brier, which makes them easy targets for the Goddamn Mexicans who by instinct are not about to get the hell out of the way.
My come back was as I always am, and I told her, "Well you can always tell me to get the hell out of the way too!", with a smile.
She said, "Oh I would never do that, as you got something off the top shelf for me".
Surprised by this, I said, "Well at least I did one nice thing in my life".
Told her to have a nice day and we moved on.
As I thought about it, I think I did remember getting something down for her in the Thrift. I never cataloged it, as I rarely do for bullshit like that. Sure I get pissed when you do something pretty in depth for people and they do not remember or act like they expect it, but the small stuff, I never think about it, as that is what Christian does, and the Bible says to do things good and not let the right hand know what the left did.
This woman is special of course in not being an asshole. She remembered me doing something for her that did not matter, but it mattered to her, and to others who witnessed me doing it.
I remember a person with a near death experience who said that it was the mean little things you had to face that you did, and it was the small good things which count, which people never do enough of.
I am just me, an extension of Christ who tries to do something good for people as that is what Christ expects. We were helping JYG today as he got in some junk paving stones, and carried them over to the front of his house to help out, as yes I could have stood there like a monkey with their finger up their ass in not helping as the stones are heavy, but he did appreciate it and that is what life is about.
I can tell you it is not these Goddamn charities that people dump money into that counts. That is buying your way out of actually doing things. What matters is what the God says in CARING meaning helping other people. That is what God notes in being more important than the lavish presentations that you are only doing because you want to be noticed.
I watch all of these self damned people in such a hurry, when what the hell does it get them, but someplace not ahead, but feeling they are an hour late for something else they can do.
We had this dumb bastard pass us on the highway. One of those Goddamn bumper huggers. You know the type that is a speed demon and just has to cut in and about clip your bumper when they could drive another 50 feet and make things pleasant in not sloshing your windshield or kicking up a rock to crack your window.
I was doing under 60 and not paying attention as I do not drive fast in the Brier as I like my time with TL and I know what is coming, so I might as well enjoy the time we have. So genius flies by me and just gets pulled in, when I am not really noticing the asshole hits their brakes.
TL tells me there is a sign with a BUMP in the road. I could not see the road as I was blocked by the SUV, but then I remembered there was repaving going on. I did not really slow down and was kind of pissed, so when he hit the bump, I was on his bumper and rode him for a bit as this old prick could have killed us both as he was going to save his fucking new SUV, instead of being a man and letting the vehicle take a pounding as this was his fault.
So he deserved the bumper tag.
TL started laughing as soon as I got close, he put about 10 years worth of wear on the engine as he floored it and jetted away. I was pleased as I wanted this dense bastard gone who probably was vaxed with his old lady and will be dead as their act of kindness to the world.
It was at this same point in the road that I chased down a fucking rich farm kid who mudded up my windshield in pulling in close like an important son of a bitch. I knew who he was, but he did not go home. He turned the other direction and ran. I was satisfied with the victory as this coward's dust was all I could see as he hid over the hill.
Neither one of those people are going to forget my act of kindness in not taking their shit, no more than the lady in the store forgot my act of kindness in reaching something on a shelf for her.
Nuff Said
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