I wanted to share a couple of stories with you. One story before the other.
A few of my neighbors, in a way, decided to make the bottom of my driveway the new neighborhood bus stop. Every morning at 8:20 the cars all pull up in front of my house. My neighbors, strangers we don’t know, and their kids show up, stand in my driveway, and wait for the bus. Of coarse my dogs go crazy barking and running all around. My wife is completely annoyed so I made a few phone calls to try to get the new bus stop moved too our next door neighbors house that has the kids that get picked up, but still they all end up in my driveway. We have always maintained our property, it’s plowed and kept clean. My neighbors, who are well aware of how we feel, are slobs. For me it’s an irritation, but I figure it is what it is, I refuse, refuse to let passive aggressive people get the better of me! My wife however can’t let it go. Just the other day she went out in the rain to ask, while the crowd was in my driveway, our next door neighbor, whose kids get picked up at our house, why does the bus stop at our house and not at yours? I told my wife “just let it go, it’s not up to her”. “They’re miserable and want you to be miserable”. I know my wife showing her aggravation brings them their twisted joy.
This is one of life’s small irritations, that we all have, a test of our patience. 5 years ago I probably would have been really mad as well, but I’ve learned a lot in the past 5 years. I don’t want to be in that same place I was 5 years ago. Here’s the rest of the story, I hope you enjoy it.
There was an older couple that liked to go to antique shops and buy small old beautiful things. One day they came across the most beautiful teacup they had ever seen. The tea cup began to talk to them. It said “I haven’t always looked like this, there was a time when no one wanted me. I wasn’t attractive, I was just a hard lump of clay. But then this potter came along and began to shape me and mold me. So I said hey that makes me uncomfortable, leave me alone that hurts, the potter smiled and said not yet. Then he put me on a wheel and began to spin me around and around, I got so dizzy but after a while I had taken on a new shape, he formed me into this tea cup. I thought he was finished but then he put me into a furnace, it was so hot I didn’t think I could stand it. When he came and looked at me through the window of that furnace I screamed, let met out of here I’m going to die, he said not yet. He finally took me out and put me on a shelf so I could cool off and I said thank goodness it’s over, now I can go back to being my normal self. But then the potter came back. He picked me up again and began to paint me, changing me from a dull grey to this beautiful blue. The paint was sticky and smelled terrible, I thought I was going to choke, I told him to “please stop, please” and he said not yet. Then again he put me into a second oven that was twice as hot as the first one. This time I knew it was over. I screamed I can’t take it, I’m going to die, again he said not yet. Finally he opened the oven door and put me back on the shelf.
A few days passed and he came by and handed me a mirror and when I looked at myself I couldn’t believe how beautiful I had become. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed. I didn’t look anything like that old lump of clay I once was. There was a time when nobody wanted me but now I’m this beautiful teacup, valuable, expensive, unique, all because of this potter. He made me into something amazing”.
Isn’t this the way God works in all of our lives? He changes us little by little from glory to glory, but on the way to the glory there will always be some suffering. We yell “God get me off of this wheel, I can’t deal with this neighbor, I can’t handle this boss that’s mean too me, I can’t deal with this child”, but God just smiles and says not yet. We see our flaws we see that clay, but God sees the tea cup. We’re all a work in progress which is a good thing. When we go through the hard times we should be aware the hard times helps us grow into what we should become.
I know in 5 years I don’t want to be this same person in this same place that I am today. Keep moving forward and enjoy today. J.Goodrich
I have two neighbors with children that are picked up. I have called the town and the bus company and never got an actual answer. My next door neighbor leaves his cars in the street so when the plow truck goes by it creates a berm of snow in front of his house. Since, that berm has filled with water and froze creating a dangerous disgusting slippery mess. They also finally,at one point, picked up some of their leaves, put them into paper leaf bags and left them along the road. All of this after the town stopped picking leaves up. These leaf bags that line the street are rotting away. Needless to say their property is a mess as always. I think it’s a passive aggressive way of sticking it to us. It’s amazing because I’ve helped them a lot, saving them thousands in home repairs and plowing. I once paid a friend to clean their yard when they were away because their mess ended up in my yard. They really make it hard to want to help them. After my wife went out and spoke to his wife, I said hi to him this morning and he ignored me. So I guess now we’re not speaking….
We keep our property clean, the driveway is plowed and salted if it needs it. We’re not perfect but I think when the people show up they go to my driveway because it’s taken care of. I honestly have tried as hard as I can to just ignore their slobbyness, is that a word??
the school district is who was responsible for children from door to school & back to door.
bus companies dont usually create the bus stops. complaints like yours used to be quickly dealt with by the districts transportation, routing, safety, operations depts under the superintendents office.
A friend of mine was fully vaxxed. He still got COVID despite all the boosters. I see you fighting for his life and he questioned his doctor why he had Covid after being inoculated. He was told it would have been worse. Well worse for him was death. Fortunately my friend survived.
That is sad. I think a lot of people would be on our side if they just knew where to look for information, but a lot of others really are just brainwashed and maybe even kind of like it that way.
And I noticed once you present them with evidence of the real truth, like I did for my friend they get angry and rejected. I was a lifeguard when I was in my college years. You have to be careful reviving a drowning person, because drowning is apparently a ecstatic way to die, so the person you can become very angry and fight you. You interrupt that feeling of ecstasy during your rescue.
I think the same thing happens when you interrupt somebody’s belief that Covid is dangerous and the vaccine is going to save them.
Yes. They derive comfort from the delusion. Perhaps it is the comfort of ceding their own responsibility to think—outsourcing it to “experts” and our “betters.”
Yes, and I believe that’s why fear is such an important element to use to manipulate peoples minds. Perhaps is Stockholm syndrome? You begin relating to your captors.
I wanted to share a couple of stories with you. One story before the other.
A few of my neighbors, in a way, decided to make the bottom of my driveway the new neighborhood bus stop. Every morning at 8:20 the cars all pull up in front of my house. My neighbors, strangers we don’t know, and their kids show up, stand in my driveway, and wait for the bus. Of coarse my dogs go crazy barking and running all around. My wife is completely annoyed so I made a few phone calls to try to get the new bus stop moved too our next door neighbors house that has the kids that get picked up, but still they all end up in my driveway. We have always maintained our property, it’s plowed and kept clean. My neighbors, who are well aware of how we feel, are slobs. For me it’s an irritation, but I figure it is what it is, I refuse, refuse to let passive aggressive people get the better of me! My wife however can’t let it go. Just the other day she went out in the rain to ask, while the crowd was in my driveway, our next door neighbor, whose kids get picked up at our house, why does the bus stop at our house and not at yours? I told my wife “just let it go, it’s not up to her”. “They’re miserable and want you to be miserable”. I know my wife showing her aggravation brings them their twisted joy.
This is one of life’s small irritations, that we all have, a test of our patience. 5 years ago I probably would have been really mad as well, but I’ve learned a lot in the past 5 years. I don’t want to be in that same place I was 5 years ago. Here’s the rest of the story, I hope you enjoy it.
There was an older couple that liked to go to antique shops and buy small old beautiful things. One day they came across the most beautiful teacup they had ever seen. The tea cup began to talk to them. It said “I haven’t always looked like this, there was a time when no one wanted me. I wasn’t attractive, I was just a hard lump of clay. But then this potter came along and began to shape me and mold me. So I said hey that makes me uncomfortable, leave me alone that hurts, the potter smiled and said not yet. Then he put me on a wheel and began to spin me around and around, I got so dizzy but after a while I had taken on a new shape, he formed me into this tea cup. I thought he was finished but then he put me into a furnace, it was so hot I didn’t think I could stand it. When he came and looked at me through the window of that furnace I screamed, let met out of here I’m going to die, he said not yet. He finally took me out and put me on a shelf so I could cool off and I said thank goodness it’s over, now I can go back to being my normal self. But then the potter came back. He picked me up again and began to paint me, changing me from a dull grey to this beautiful blue. The paint was sticky and smelled terrible, I thought I was going to choke, I told him to “please stop, please” and he said not yet. Then again he put me into a second oven that was twice as hot as the first one. This time I knew it was over. I screamed I can’t take it, I’m going to die, again he said not yet. Finally he opened the oven door and put me back on the shelf.
A few days passed and he came by and handed me a mirror and when I looked at myself I couldn’t believe how beautiful I had become. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed. I didn’t look anything like that old lump of clay I once was. There was a time when nobody wanted me but now I’m this beautiful teacup, valuable, expensive, unique, all because of this potter. He made me into something amazing”.
Isn’t this the way God works in all of our lives? He changes us little by little from glory to glory, but on the way to the glory there will always be some suffering. We yell “God get me off of this wheel, I can’t deal with this neighbor, I can’t handle this boss that’s mean too me, I can’t deal with this child”, but God just smiles and says not yet. We see our flaws we see that clay, but God sees the tea cup. We’re all a work in progress which is a good thing. When we go through the hard times we should be aware the hard times helps us grow into what we should become.
I know in 5 years I don’t want to be this same person in this same place that I am today. Keep moving forward and enjoy today. J.Goodrich
Great parable and good advice.
But I am confused about something. Why can't you just call the school and tell them that the bus is stopping at the wrong house?
I have two neighbors with children that are picked up. I have called the town and the bus company and never got an actual answer. My next door neighbor leaves his cars in the street so when the plow truck goes by it creates a berm of snow in front of his house. Since, that berm has filled with water and froze creating a dangerous disgusting slippery mess. They also finally,at one point, picked up some of their leaves, put them into paper leaf bags and left them along the road. All of this after the town stopped picking leaves up. These leaf bags that line the street are rotting away. Needless to say their property is a mess as always. I think it’s a passive aggressive way of sticking it to us. It’s amazing because I’ve helped them a lot, saving them thousands in home repairs and plowing. I once paid a friend to clean their yard when they were away because their mess ended up in my yard. They really make it hard to want to help them. After my wife went out and spoke to his wife, I said hi to him this morning and he ignored me. So I guess now we’re not speaking….
Goodness, people can be so gross.
This is one of many reasons why I want 100 acres around me.
We keep our property clean, the driveway is plowed and salted if it needs it. We’re not perfect but I think when the people show up they go to my driveway because it’s taken care of. I honestly have tried as hard as I can to just ignore their slobbyness, is that a word??
It's a word now!
And yeah, it makes sense to make some sort of peace with the situation, if you do not plan to move.
the school district is who was responsible for children from door to school & back to door.
bus companies dont usually create the bus stops. complaints like yours used to be quickly dealt with by the districts transportation, routing, safety, operations depts under the superintendents office.
Got some good ones there!
A friend of mine was fully vaxxed. He still got COVID despite all the boosters. I see you fighting for his life and he questioned his doctor why he had Covid after being inoculated. He was told it would have been worse. Well worse for him was death. Fortunately my friend survived.
What we've been subjected to is truly sick and psycho.
He’s still under the hypnotic control of that doctor. He believes everything he’s told. Truly evil!
That is sad. I think a lot of people would be on our side if they just knew where to look for information, but a lot of others really are just brainwashed and maybe even kind of like it that way.
And I noticed once you present them with evidence of the real truth, like I did for my friend they get angry and rejected. I was a lifeguard when I was in my college years. You have to be careful reviving a drowning person, because drowning is apparently a ecstatic way to die, so the person you can become very angry and fight you. You interrupt that feeling of ecstasy during your rescue.
I think the same thing happens when you interrupt somebody’s belief that Covid is dangerous and the vaccine is going to save them.
Yes. They derive comfort from the delusion. Perhaps it is the comfort of ceding their own responsibility to think—outsourcing it to “experts” and our “betters.”
Yes, and I believe that’s why fear is such an important element to use to manipulate peoples minds. Perhaps is Stockholm syndrome? You begin relating to your captors.
Funny and True!
That last one tho 🤣
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Here’s a good one. The average trip to today’s Brave New World Pharmacy!!🤪🤪🤪🤪https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1FG5gr6kFi/?mibextid=wwXIfr
They called it!
The firefighters one always gets me chuckling 🤭 I love it man keep it coming!!
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I wonder how long it'll be before folks look back and the Meme the way we look back at the Mime
Aren't there still mimes in Paris?
Maybe, but I haven't heard any. ;-)
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