It's funny how little things can come along and keep you from having a major breakdown. School has been driving me nuts, relationships have me swimming, and finances have me drowning, but little things happen that keep me going. I don't believe in some kind of intervening force; too many bad things happen that people can't handle. Maybe it is just that we notice the little things more when we are under stress, and that is why they seem so extraordinary. Either way I know enough to be grateful for them.
A glass of wine with friends.
An unexpected kiss on the forehead, standing in my candlelit kitchen.
A really nice table that tells you how great you are doing.
This morning I was walking out of class, and this nursing student calls out my name (what is his?). I waited, curious, as he caught up to me. "Hey," he says as he approaches, "I just wanted to tell you that I've shown that list you gave out to like everyone I know."
I'm surprised. Last week when I gave a speech on organic foods and how they can reduce your carbon footprint, not only did I get a bad grade (too persuasive, not informative), but I had to practically force a handful of kids to take the half page handouts I had made on the cleanest and dirtiest non-organic foods (even my professor refused one). I went home with about thirty of them still in my backpack. "Wow, really?" I smile at him, "That's really awesome!"
"Yeah," he said, nodding, "Like you said, it's just really easy tool. I just wanted to tell you I've been using it, and it's really helpful. I've always wondered about that kind of stuff. It was one of the only speeches that was actually interesting."
I probably looked like a grinning moron staring back at him while he was talking. I shook my head to make myself speak. "You don't know how nice that is to hear," I say, "I really thought I was annoying people. Thanks."
He smiles back at me, like he understands what I am not saying, then touches my shoulder as he passes behind me and heads in the other direction. His touch feels slightly heavy and warm, tangible even after it is gone.
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But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
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that's awesome! i remember how upset you were when everyone in your class blew you off from your speech. i'm so happy for you. next time you see that kid, tell him Nutty said "hand jobs all around!"
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