It’s the big moment you’ve been waiting for. The CEO of the company you want to work for just spoke at a networking event. You’re about to cross her path, and can’t wait to meet her. Next thing you know, you’re in front of her. It’s natural, organic, not forced. She likes your ideas, she says, and would love to talk more. Then, the kill … she asks for your business card! Though you know you grabbed the big “mom” purse – you know, the one you take on play dates and field trips – instead of the cute “business” purse, you take comfort in knowing that you’ll definitely have business cards in there. But your short-lived euphoria turns to sinking dread.
You go in your purse for a business card, and instead pull out …. (take your pick):
Legos, Goldfish, Pampers’ baby wipes, anything half-eaten, crayons, kids’ meal coupons, an Octonauts action figure, American Girl doll clothes, bubble gum, pictures of your kids, pictures of you and your kids, a permission slip, or even lipstick . . . but no business card. You do have the days-old napkin you used to wipe ketchup off the car seat, though. And the crayon is red, so you’d be able to read her number and email …. Ah, look her up on Linked In, she says. Okay. Suffice to say, you didn’t land that job.
I know the feeling, working momma . . . you never know what’s coming out of that purse.
I recently made an elderly couple cry. And I’m so glad I did.
My boys and I were out to eat for lunch (perk of homeschooling) :). I’d brought along a few things, like LEGO Mini Figures (easy to carry in my purse), to keep them busy. However, we had so much fun talking, laughing and being silly, that we didn’t even need them. Now I thought they were being TOO LOUD. Playing tag, hide and seek (all within the confines of our booth, mind you), and I Spy, we were a rowdy bunch. We got more than a few looks. Finally the food came out, and calmness ensued as we ate. That’s when the elderly couple came in, and sat directly across from us. We finished eating and prepared to leave. They smiled sweetly and remarked what sweet boys I had (I was thankful they hadn’t seen us earlier). I then reached in my pocket and pulled out money for their bill. They were astonished, told me to keep the money for the boys, or for myself, or that they didn’t need it, and why was I doing it? Just because, I said. It wasn’t because they complimented us or were nice to us. It was just because I saw them, and I wanted to. So I did. And when I saw them overcome and tears forming in their eyes at such a small gesture, I felt amazing.
I Dare You . ..
To pass it on. To do something for someone who can’t do anything for you. To be a blessing to someone “just because”. To brighten someone’s day, then encourage them to do the same for another person. To show that no matter how many painful things happen, there are still people out there who are genuinely nice … loving …. caring.
Here’s an awesome example of somebody “Passing It On”