ADVICE I REMEMBER CONTEST
We are endlessly given advice. Usually it’s in one ear and out the other. But once in awhile something sticks.
What stuck with me: I was walking down the sidewalk back when I was in college. Since I was tall I tended to slouch. A young black male passed me and without breaking stride said, “Walk proud tall girl.’ I’m not sure why that has stuck with me, but it has. I don’t always remember to follow his advice but I’ve never forgotten it.
For a chance to win a PDF copy of GROUNDED just leave a comment mentioning advice that stuck with you. The drawing will be next Sunday, September 19th.
Intro:
Be careful what you wish for.
While I’m dropping pearls of wisdom let me add, read the fine print.
Why am I wasting my time offering warnings that no one is going to listen to? Because as humans we have this unconquerable urge to try to help others learn from our mistakes. Or in this case my great, great, great, great grandmother’s mistakes.
She came from a very poor background and consequently wanted it all, riches beyond measure, beauty. Need I say more?
Great-great-plus Grams stumbled onto a genie’s lamp and made her wish.
You don’t believe in genies?
Trust me. They’re real all right. Unfortunately, when my ancient relative made her wish she didn’t bother to listen to the genie’s warning of strings attached. This lack of foresight has a direct bearing on the first born daughter of each generation, i.e. me.
To put it mildly, my life is complicated. I am literally grounded forever.
I live on a lavish estate in the mountains of North Carolina. Between sunset and dawn, my life is my own. But during the day I’m grounded in several hundred pounds of marble. If you happen to wander by the Stone estate and peep through the fence, you’ll hear the rippling sounds of water from a lovely manmade pool surrounded by lush fragrant flowers. Beside it stands a life size statue of a young woman, with long flowing hair and classic bone structure, draped in a Greek toga a cat at her feet.
The young woman is me.
The cat is Merrick.
We are endlessly given advice. Usually it’s in one ear and out the other. But once in awhile something sticks.
What stuck with me: I was walking down the sidewalk back when I was in college. Since I was tall I tended to slouch. A young black male passed me and without breaking stride said, “Walk proud tall girl.’ I’m not sure why that has stuck with me, but it has. I don’t always remember to follow his advice but I’ve never forgotten it.
For a chance to win a PDF copy of GROUNDED just leave a comment mentioning advice that stuck with you. The drawing will be next Sunday, September 19th.
Intro:
Be careful what you wish for.
While I’m dropping pearls of wisdom let me add, read the fine print.
Why am I wasting my time offering warnings that no one is going to listen to? Because as humans we have this unconquerable urge to try to help others learn from our mistakes. Or in this case my great, great, great, great grandmother’s mistakes.
She came from a very poor background and consequently wanted it all, riches beyond measure, beauty. Need I say more?
Great-great-plus Grams stumbled onto a genie’s lamp and made her wish.
You don’t believe in genies?
Trust me. They’re real all right. Unfortunately, when my ancient relative made her wish she didn’t bother to listen to the genie’s warning of strings attached. This lack of foresight has a direct bearing on the first born daughter of each generation, i.e. me.
To put it mildly, my life is complicated. I am literally grounded forever.
I live on a lavish estate in the mountains of North Carolina. Between sunset and dawn, my life is my own. But during the day I’m grounded in several hundred pounds of marble. If you happen to wander by the Stone estate and peep through the fence, you’ll hear the rippling sounds of water from a lovely manmade pool surrounded by lush fragrant flowers. Beside it stands a life size statue of a young woman, with long flowing hair and classic bone structure, draped in a Greek toga a cat at her feet.
The young woman is me.
The cat is Merrick.
4 comments:
The advice that has stuck with me is censored here...
About three and a half years ago, I went to a party with some online friends. I was dealing with some major issues from my past and present. (Had recently left my first marriage, for reasons I won't explain.)
At the party, a guy I'd chatted with quite a bit online but hadn't met before said to me, "You're a beautiful woman. Don't let anyone *bleep* with you."
That hit a chord in me... It was something I really needed to hear at that point in my life.
When I was young(a VERY long time ago), hobos would come to our back door - not real often, but every now and then. They would ask for a bit of food and my mom would give whatever she could. One time I asked her why she always gave them something. She told me that kindness was always repaid. I have remembered that for over forty years and she was right. Kindness is ALWAYS repaid in one form or another.
mom1248(at)att(dot)net
"Always wear clean underwear in case you are in an accident and have to go to the hospital."
Seriously . . . why do people say that? If I'm in an accident, the last thing on my mind is going to be my undergarments.
"You'll be judged by the company you keep." Ok, that one makes a bit more sense, although it's not a very Biblical piece of advice. Jesus hung out with society's rejects.
JHS
Colloquium
Interesting blurb for you story. I wondering how she'll get out of that predicament.
My dad gave me advice when my hubby asked for my hand in marriage: Don't believe everything you hear and only half the things you see. The only thing you can rely on in this life is death and taxes. And alway expect the unexpected.
Gee thanks dad.
Here my own little pearl of wisdom: be careful of what you wish/pray for, it may come true. Which I think goes hand in hand with your story. :)
Janice~
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