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| It's not about YOUHello hellos,
There have been a lot of thoughts that have been running through my mind these days and I have settled on giving this a shot again. I feel like I'm in a blogging stage to really just pour out all of my thoughts and experiences I'm going through. So sit tight, here we go....
Today I decided to go with my dad to Costco and run other errands as well before I had work. We got all the items we needed and we got in line. While unloading our cart the "assistant" to the cashier was cracking some wise-guy-joke about his coworker with the cashier. From my memory he said, "Hey what's going on with your homegirl "Maria"'s hair? Look at her she got that girl mullet cut goin' on." The cashier shrugged off the petty comment and began to ring our items. When finished my dad whipped out our costco gift cards. Now when I say this, it seems like a pretty normal thing, but my dad pulled out about 8 cards to compensate the $120 bill. Our family buys costco gift cards and apparently puts $25 on each one, exactly. For what reason you may ask? Well one has been to give as gifts to my mother's customers and I guess also it's a security reason if you put too much on one card? Anyways, my dad is swiping one by one and sometimes it takes a little time for the gift card to finish the transaction to swipe the next. As the total is being deducted by each card, cashier says "Wait for it to clear," to my father. Under his breath the "assistant" mutters "You would think he got the idea by the third card, haha." At that very moment I didn't know what to do and I had a few seconds to respond. This worker just totally treated by dad with pure disrespect in his impatience and arrogance. A million sarcastic as well as serious lines went through my head trying to figure out what would slam this guy the most. "Awesome customer service," "Hey could you be any more helpful to this situation?" "I'm jealous of you to work with someone like this everyday." But in the end, I said nothing. Pure silence and I didn't even look at either one of them in the eye. Walking to the car to load the groceries I was still thinking of what would have been good to say, but I got nada.
The reason I tell this story is I wonder if my silence stemmed from my cowardice or my self-control to not flip out over insignificant situations like this. I pray for the latter, but does it really matter? To be the witness God calls us to be, I really think it is to not saying anything. Nothing you say can change him, and anything you say will fuel him. Fools like these have nothing better to do and just want to create something out of nothing. There are more important things around us to address and open our mouths about. There are absolutely so many situations that scream injustice in this world far heavier than horrible customer service. Let's open our eyes to see the bigger needs and issues of this world.
Don't talk crap about my dad though. Good night. | | |
| After tonight's reflection of my adolescent years, I just have to say one thing and it's THANK YOU LORD FOR YOUR GRACE. My old xanga posts show it all. The sanctification of my soul and refining of my character, I can't give God enough praise.
And how amazing
Is His love so unfailing
Is His grace that draws us near
Solus Christus, love God, hate sin, KEEP IT 100
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A Portrait of America's Children
1 in 2 preschoolers has a mother in the labor force.
1 in 2 will live in a single-parent family at some point in his or her childhood.
1 in 2 will never complete college.
1 in 3 is born to unmarried parents.
1 in 3 will be poor at some point in his or her childhood.
1 in 3 is behind a year or more in school.
1 in 4 lives with only one parent.
1 in 4 was born poor.
1 in 5 is poor now.
1 in 5 was born to a mother who did not graduate from high school.
1 in 5 has a foreign-born mother.
1 in 6 is born to a mother who did not receive prenatal care in the first 3 month of her pregnancy
1 in 6 has no health insurance
1 in 8 will never graduate from high school.
1 in 8 was born to a teenage mother
1 in 12 lives at less than half the poverty level.
1 in 12 has a disability.
1 in 13 was born with low birth weight.
1 in 24 lives with neither parent.
Despite the deep wound in my a bank account from paying the towing company $175 to tow my car 9 miles away from my apartment, reading this in my textbook really showed me how blessed I am. | | |
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