I find having the experience of serving others, my own was working in retail, can do one of two things… it can wear you out and shut you down completely, simply from the rudeness of others who demand to be waited on and use that as a weapon, or it can be the thing that breaks you open- like the time a young woman needed assistance looking for a book, quietly revealing her attempted suicide years before. You become the recipient of so much uninvited energy while also appearing to be quite invisible, and you have to choose how much to allow in and how it lands inside.
Those soft moments of acknowledgement from another human are what keeps us all going, so why save them just for people we know, who might expect us to be kind, and ripple them out into the ether to reach those who don’t expect that at all. Such a beautiful gesture. Such a beautiful reminder to really step into the life all around. Thank you. ❤️
This is so beautifully said. Retail or any kind of service work, really does put you in that strange space of being both invisible and deeply seen at the same time. Some days it’s exhausting. Other days, someone trusts you with a piece of their story you never expected to hold.
I love what you said about choosing how it lands inside. That feels like the quiet work we’re all doing every day. And you’re right, those small, soft moments keep us going. We never really know who needs one.
Thank you for adding this layer to the conversation my friend. ✨🩵
Absolutely. Thank you so much for always moving in such compassionate ways and showing us all how important the little things, which are actually big things, really are. ❤️
Yes I did for a couple years after my brain injury. These are moments that helped me through that time. You are not a sucker at all and fair question to ask my friend.
"You matter, Beckett. You have always mattered. You will always matter."
Linda Yahsoray
In my latest journal entry Linda married a certain Syrian historian named Anton. He's a 6th dimensional being, who comes from a timeline where the Syrians survived. They come to me with Linda being 4 years older, now 32 years old. Her son, Ishmael, is 12. Her husband, Anton, is several thousand years old. They have been married for a year, and welcomed their daughter, the first Syrian/Yahyel hybrid, two to three weeks ago into the universe. The newborn gets to choose her name. So, at this time, I may refer to her as... Baby Girl. ✌️❤️🕯️and 👽
Jose, please thank Lynda for me, her words truly touched my heart. And I love how the world and insights you share keep unfolding in such vivid, imaginative ways. Sending love and a warm welcome to Baby Girl as her story begins in this wild, beautiful universe. 😉✨🛸🩵
I was in a service profession. I drove an Ambulette, transporting patients to appointments and dialysis. I had so many rude and disrespectful clients but most of the time I had the very grateful ones that thanked me. Those are the ones I remember the most. I came to realize many of these people were very sick or having a bad day, so I never got angry I prayed for them. Besides, I’m Italian and I make my own pasta sauce, it’s cheaper and better than jar sauce 😂. Thank you my friend
It takes a special kind of compassion to keep showing kindness when people are having their hardest days. The world needs more of that grace. And now I’m convinced homemade pasta sauce is part of the secret to a good life. 😉 I always appreciate your insights Rose. You make my day!
Yes, how I remember that rude awakening when I had a job dealing with the public for the first time. Working for Giant Monopoly phone company as “Information” operator (and thank God they changed it to “Directory Assistance”-you have no idea how many people call in for instructions on cooking a roast beef), I quickly learned just how customers can be. They want a phone number for someone whose name they cannot spell!
“Which way are you spelling Maguire (McGuire, MacGuire, McGuyre, etc.)” I would ask.
The usual response was something like “Well, where did YOU go to school?”
But, you are correct, the customers you most remember are those who are nice and grateful for your help.
But, don’t be too quick to judge on the uniform thing. My last job at the phone company was a technician, and when I would stop at PetSmart on my way home from work, still wearing that awful khaki pants and polo shirt uniform, people would stop me and want to know where the turtles were!
Having someone see us always helps. Kudos to the observant customer who reassured you.
And sadly, that other customer was rightfully upset but had no where to aim her anger.
I used to tell my kiddos that all their emotions were okay, but where they chose to aim them was very important. I’m sure that logically, that customer knew that stocking clerks do not set pricing in a grocery store, that wasn’t the issue. She had no one in charge to effectively be mad at. I’m not excusing her rudeness, no. Not at all.
This is a really important point. When I complain, I always say This is not your fault, so if I get mad it's not at you. The woman who did that is a privileged rude bitch who doesn't care who she runs over. Thank you.
I find having the experience of serving others, my own was working in retail, can do one of two things… it can wear you out and shut you down completely, simply from the rudeness of others who demand to be waited on and use that as a weapon, or it can be the thing that breaks you open- like the time a young woman needed assistance looking for a book, quietly revealing her attempted suicide years before. You become the recipient of so much uninvited energy while also appearing to be quite invisible, and you have to choose how much to allow in and how it lands inside.
Those soft moments of acknowledgement from another human are what keeps us all going, so why save them just for people we know, who might expect us to be kind, and ripple them out into the ether to reach those who don’t expect that at all. Such a beautiful gesture. Such a beautiful reminder to really step into the life all around. Thank you. ❤️
This is so beautifully said. Retail or any kind of service work, really does put you in that strange space of being both invisible and deeply seen at the same time. Some days it’s exhausting. Other days, someone trusts you with a piece of their story you never expected to hold.
I love what you said about choosing how it lands inside. That feels like the quiet work we’re all doing every day. And you’re right, those small, soft moments keep us going. We never really know who needs one.
Thank you for adding this layer to the conversation my friend. ✨🩵
Absolutely. Thank you so much for always moving in such compassionate ways and showing us all how important the little things, which are actually big things, really are. ❤️
I hate to be a sucker, but do you really work in a grocery store?
Yes I did for a couple years after my brain injury. These are moments that helped me through that time. You are not a sucker at all and fair question to ask my friend.
Ordinary days noticed series. I love it. Oh, if we all noticed in our ordinary days, perhaps we would have a kinder and gentler world
"You matter, Beckett. You have always mattered. You will always matter."
Linda Yahsoray
In my latest journal entry Linda married a certain Syrian historian named Anton. He's a 6th dimensional being, who comes from a timeline where the Syrians survived. They come to me with Linda being 4 years older, now 32 years old. Her son, Ishmael, is 12. Her husband, Anton, is several thousand years old. They have been married for a year, and welcomed their daughter, the first Syrian/Yahyel hybrid, two to three weeks ago into the universe. The newborn gets to choose her name. So, at this time, I may refer to her as... Baby Girl. ✌️❤️🕯️and 👽
Jose, please thank Lynda for me, her words truly touched my heart. And I love how the world and insights you share keep unfolding in such vivid, imaginative ways. Sending love and a warm welcome to Baby Girl as her story begins in this wild, beautiful universe. 😉✨🛸🩵
I was in a service profession. I drove an Ambulette, transporting patients to appointments and dialysis. I had so many rude and disrespectful clients but most of the time I had the very grateful ones that thanked me. Those are the ones I remember the most. I came to realize many of these people were very sick or having a bad day, so I never got angry I prayed for them. Besides, I’m Italian and I make my own pasta sauce, it’s cheaper and better than jar sauce 😂. Thank you my friend
It takes a special kind of compassion to keep showing kindness when people are having their hardest days. The world needs more of that grace. And now I’m convinced homemade pasta sauce is part of the secret to a good life. 😉 I always appreciate your insights Rose. You make my day!
Thank you so much. 🥰
Yes, how I remember that rude awakening when I had a job dealing with the public for the first time. Working for Giant Monopoly phone company as “Information” operator (and thank God they changed it to “Directory Assistance”-you have no idea how many people call in for instructions on cooking a roast beef), I quickly learned just how customers can be. They want a phone number for someone whose name they cannot spell!
“Which way are you spelling Maguire (McGuire, MacGuire, McGuyre, etc.)” I would ask.
The usual response was something like “Well, where did YOU go to school?”
But, you are correct, the customers you most remember are those who are nice and grateful for your help.
But, don’t be too quick to judge on the uniform thing. My last job at the phone company was a technician, and when I would stop at PetSmart on my way home from work, still wearing that awful khaki pants and polo shirt uniform, people would stop me and want to know where the turtles were!
Having someone see us always helps. Kudos to the observant customer who reassured you.
And sadly, that other customer was rightfully upset but had no where to aim her anger.
I used to tell my kiddos that all their emotions were okay, but where they chose to aim them was very important. I’m sure that logically, that customer knew that stocking clerks do not set pricing in a grocery store, that wasn’t the issue. She had no one in charge to effectively be mad at. I’m not excusing her rudeness, no. Not at all.
Well there are nice people out there and everyone else.
This is a really important point. When I complain, I always say This is not your fault, so if I get mad it's not at you. The woman who did that is a privileged rude bitch who doesn't care who she runs over. Thank you.