You’re not going to believe this. I don’t believe this, and it’s sitting in front of me:
Yup. That’s what it looks like. And it’s sitting on my desk looking at me. It came in the mail last week. Sitting on my porch in a box marked from California.
I had had a particularly difficult day, the male parental unit had arrived two hours late for a visit, the kids were fried and I was an emotional wreck. The boys drug the box in from the porch. When I sliced open the shipping container, inside was a shiny, new, still-in-the-box Apple MacBook. I burst into tears.
Lifting it from the box, I gingerly lifted the screen, and it had been already charged, and a little window opened on the happy little screen, proclaiming “Hi Tracy!”, and up at the top it said across the banner “tracy’s macbook”. It had been loaded with things than I can’t even begin to comprehend, as well as MS Office with Word, Powerpoint, Excel, et all- so it even had programs I knew along with all the happy new Apple stuff I don’t know yet.
I sat at the table crying.
I want to respect the privacy of the people did this for me, but I also want to acknowledge their incredible kindness and generosity. My pride wanted me to say “Oh, no! I cannot possibly take such a gift!” and yet, I know I cannot afford that kind of pride. The last few months have been a lesson in humility, and that gracefully accepting desperately needed help is as much a necessity as is generously giving. Right now I don’t have much to give. But I have sure learned how to give, and when the wheel turns and it’s once again my turn to share, I have countless, graceful examples to follow.
People are so good. And I cannot wait until it’s my turn to practice what I am being daily taught. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Namaste.