Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
It's been around ever so long -- always, wouldn't you say? Then the media (I guess), gave it a name. I'm speaking of course of this new thing they call "road rage."
Really, now think about it. It's grown to become a virus sorta thing, a headliner. Oh well ...
I received an e-mail I just have to share with you today. I know a few of you may have gotten it too, so if you'll bear with me while I share it with the many of you who have not seen it because it certainly bears repeating.
Perhaps some of your little road rage episodes protected you in the same way as these "Little Things."
The Little Things
As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off.
One was late because he was stuck on the N. J. turnpike because of an auto accident.
One of them missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had take time to change .
One's car wouldn't start.
One went back to answer the telephone.
One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready on time.
One couldn't get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes. He soon developed a blister on his foot and stopped for a Band Aid.
Now when I'm stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, stop to answer the phone, and all of the other little things that annoy me, I think to myself: This is exactly where God wants me at this very moment.
Next time when things go wrong, smile, relax, take a deep breath, enjoy the moment and Thank God for all of your blessings.
Besides that we could totally wipe this new epidemic, this virus, this road rage monster.
Thanks, Cathy for the "Little Things."
Reminds me of my mother. If we had a flat or something and were delayed she'd say, "We might even have been in accident on down the road ahead." She'd soon have us kids playing, telling stories, picking wild flowers or something as Dad fixed the flat.
Many of you remember actually patching that flat right there on the spot, I'm sure.
Bye now and God Bless!
-- Write to Aunt Norie at P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie KS 66086 or at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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