Unique Thinkers

"I decided to take my kids out to eat at Red Robin before going to our school skate night at the ice arena. I specifically asked for a server I used to work with and the greeter sat us at a table that was very close to another. The woman at the table immediately looked uncomfortable and held her hand over half of her face like she didn't want to look at us. Her husband got up from the table and whispered something in our servers ear. He then immediately moved them to another table away from us. Now this wouldn't be the first time someone moved when they saw 3 kids sit down by them but I couldn't help but be angry. Like, what do you think my kids are going to do, throw food? Stab you with a fork? Anyway, I asked my server if they moved because of us and couldn't help but be annoyed by the whole thing. He bent down to the table and said 'they recently lost a child' In that moment, I felt so ashamed. My heart literally skipped a beat. I felt horrible for her, I felt horrible for judging her. So, I did the only thing I could think, I paid their bill and asked the server not to tell them who it was. Well, they must have figured it out because as we were leaving she stopped me. Trying so hard to hold back tears she said, 'Ma'am, I didn't want you to think because...' I interrupted and since i was about to cry myself I just gave her a hug and she whispered 'Thank you'. I told them 'have a good night.'. I feel awful for their loss but I'm grateful this encounter happened. It reminded me to never snap judge someone; you never know what others are going through. It also reminded me to live every moment with my children..to savor the good and bad..because they are here and they are mine. And also to of course always be kind."

She stood patiently in the queue and watched as the unfriendly ''waakye'' seller served her customers. She counted and realized one. ..two.. three....four.. five....six... seven people would have to be served before it got to her turn. She was very late for work but couldn't leave because she was very hungry. Already she had spent close to forty minutes in the queue. Just as she glanced at her wrist watch as it struck noon. ..she overheard the ''waakye'' seller exchanging words with the third customer in the queue. The lady had politely asked the waakye to ingore a phone call and attend to the customers as we all had deadlines to meet. "You are a woman just like me. Why didn't you cook at home and eat. You can go if you want to." My feet turned jelly. Butterflies danced in my stomach. Eeeii ..... aren't I also a woman? Isn't this message also intended for me? How much worth of ''waakye'' at all am I going to buy and how much at all would I eat? Hmmmmmm......just imagine the amount those who just gone by bought." In fact I observed the least bought so far was 20 cedis. As I contemplated whether to leave or not, her rude voice interrupted my deep thoughts. "Yes....how much will you buy'. In a confused state and shaky voice I replied: "waakye'' and gari 2 cedis and 1 cedi worth of ''wele." She gave me a hard stare and asked me the last time I bought ''waakye'' and gari for that amount. I felt very very humiliated and remained speechless. Then she said she could give me only waakye without gari for 2 cedis and the ''wele'' was also 2 cedis. I nodded and she served me just two ladles of the food and a quarter match box sized piece of ''wele''. It didn't matter to me at that point. I just wanted to leave the place. The others in the queue had their gaze fixed on me. Some chuckled and others too condemned her behaviour. I gave her 4 cedis in a two cedi note denominations and 10 pieces of 20 pesewas coins when she handed the food to me. The insults that followed could well be your guess. With shaky feet and a straight face I left the place picked a taxi and left for work. The humiliation was enough to satisfy my hunger pangs. As I alighted the security man at the office gate welcomed me with a bright smile on his face. At least it was refreshing. He asked what I bought for him to which I replied "nothing" but wouldn't mind to give him the ''waakye'' I had in the lunch box. He gleefully took it and showered blessings on me. In the office I just couldn't concentrate. I felt low in spirit and wondered how uncouth some people could be. I asked for permission around 4pm and left for my husband's office so we could leave together home after 5pm. As I was narrating the incident to my husband, Jackie the secretary came in and informed him of the presence of one of their clients. He asked she be brought in. As she was ushered in our eyes met. It was the ''waaakye'' seller. .......she had come to beg for an extension of repayment of a 10,000 cedi loan she took from my husband's micro finance company. She froze in the middle of the way and wore a frightened face as if she had seen a ghost when our eyes met. My husband immediately realised she was the waakye seller I was referring to as she has been his client for almost a decade so he knew her occupation. He asked: "ooooohhhh Jemila so you were the one who insulted my wife this afternoon for buying 4 cedis worth of food from you? ??? "Forgive me please. I didn't know she is your wife." the ''waakye'' seller begged. "Ooooohhhh so have you now realised she could have bought your entire pot of ''waakye"" my husband retorted. She was on bended knees and asked for forgiveness. I forgave her and left to the adjoining room for the two to transact business. Guess she learnt her lesson well.

Never ever look down on people. It pays to be nice to all irrespective of colour, looks or wealth. You never know where you would meet the one you looked down upon later in life.
Stay blessed

Don't run from the lessons in life. Anything that hurts you has the ability to teach you.

Loving someone and being loved in return makes wounds heal faster, due to the release of oxytocin in the blood..

Sometimes letting go only enhances a better way to your happiness...!

Worrying about the future is tempting, but useless. Do the best you can with what's right before you and the future will fall into place....!!!

A LETTER FROM AN ABORTED CHILD

Dear Mum,
I have decided to talk to you to let you know my feelings. I want to know why you did it. My story is short. I stayed inside you for only a couple of weeks. I was very comfortable and warm. I felt really protected. I knew you were a special
person because you never stopped me from eating the food you ate. I longed for the day I would see your face. Nine months was a long time to wait, but I was determined to wait. I had to be patient.
One day I heard you converse with a man about me. And at some stage you quarreled. The man then offered you some amount of money to get rid of me. I was happy and prayed that this meant that I would at least see you, the only person that I knew in the world. I was wrong. I had almost forgotten the issues until I felt something sharp pierce my tiny ear. I je**ed silently and in pain, and asked you to protect me. Seconds later the object came, fiercer than before. My tiny body was cut up, starting from the ears then arms and legs. It was an agonizing experience. My head was then cut off and I died.
It took me a whole hour to die. A whole hour for an innocent few weeks human being to be murdered by you! I remember the whole incident vividly and I keep asking myself what I did to deserve that cruel death. Why me? Why did you do that to me? And why was I not given a chance to live just like they children you hear playing around? How do you feel when you send some of them on errands when I could have done that with pride if you had given me the chance to live? Don't you see the beauty in playing with a child that calls you mom with a sweet soft voice?
I know you are having a lot of nightmares. You remain guilty for the beastly act. Please explain to God why you committed the heinous act. He sent me to you as a very special gift. My purpose was to make you proud by being the great person God meant me to be. I have forgiven you though I never lived to see your face. My journey back to my creator was safe, and I arrived safely.I was given a red-carpet welcome by an angel. I am in fact without bitterness. I still love you, mum.Yours sorry for you,
Never-seen child.

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IF YOU HAVE TIME TO WORRY, YOU HAVE TIME TO PRAY !

You don't have to wait for a VOICE when there's a VERSE !

Just because you had a bad start doesn't mean you can't have a good finish !

Listening to your gust instinct does more good than harm. If you feel its good, then it is and when you feel its bad, it is. That way, you don't regret later. !!!!

Admit it when you're wrong and
shut up when you're right. This is a
simple way to drastically improve
the quality of your relationships !