Tuesday, March 22, 2005


i received the following in an email and it certainly made me sit back and think a bit. i thought i would share it with ya'll and at the end, i will tell ya a lil story that goes with this

The 'L I T T L E' 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 in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
because of an auto accident.

One of them
missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
time to change.

car wouldn't start.

One went back to
answer the telephone.

One had a
child that dawdled

and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.

One couldn't
get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man

who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,

took the various means to get to work

but before he got there, he developed

a blister on his foot.

He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today.

Now when I am

stuck in traffic,

miss an elevator,

turn back to answer a ringing telephone...

all the little things that annoy me.

I think to myself,

this is exactly where
God wants me to be

at this very moment..

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong,

the children are slow getting dressed,

you can't seem to find the car keys,

you hit every traffic light,

don't get mad or frustrated;

God is at work watching over you.

May God continue to bless you

with all those annoying little things

and may you remember their possible purpose.

***okay, here's the story. my darlin' hubby is notorious for losing stuff (i mean the minute he sets something down, he has no idea where he put it and it drives me ape shit). so one morning, while we were doing our usual a.m. scramble before work, i remembered that he drove my car the night before therefore my car keys were prolly not in my purse. so i asked him where they were and he said he didn't remember where he put em. so there goes my patience. i am running around like a mad woman looking on every table in the house, looking on the kitchen counters, the couches, the computer desk, well, you get the idea and he is in the bedroom looking in there. i am already late for work (b/c i am the one who drives 30 mins. to bring the kids to daycare and then work while he gets to go straight to work). now i am screaming and yelling about how he can never put anything back where it goes and blah blah blah. i asked him if he checked the pant pockets of what he wore the night before and he said yeah they weren't there. now i'm really pissed. i am now crying and sweatin' up a storm b/c i am running around like a chicken with my head cut off. this proceeds to go for about another 5 minutes or so (felt like 30) and then he finally comes outta our bedroom again and says he found them. i stand there (still crying and screaming) and asked him where they were. he said he didn't want to tell me. i said TELL me where the keys where. he said in his pants pocket. i said i thought you already checked those and they weren't in there. he said the pants he was wearing right now. can you fuckin' believe it?!?!?!? all that time he had the keys on his person. after i got those keys in my hand i screamed a few choice words and threw my keys across the room. i went and picked em up, grabbed the kids and left. of course by now i was extremely late (and EXTREMELY pissed) and had vowed that i would not be speaking to my hubby for the rest of the day.

after i got back to work from lunch, my hubby had sent me a beautiful flower arrangement filled with his apologies. i luv'd em! but after reading this email, i realize that the biggest gift he may have given me was the avoidance of a car accident or something else.

so in the future, when my darlin' hubby loses something or wakes up late which then effects me getting out the door on time, he may just be doing me a favor :)


rubyjade said...

What a nice post. Thank you for that!

Vikarious said...

isn't hubbers a detective??

Shouldn't he be able to find stuff??