It really is all relative

Tonight, I was reminded of a girl I met, while I was living in Toulouse, France. ¬†She was in school (high school, I believe), and doing a temporary internship at the place where I was doing my volunteering. ¬†She was from a small country that was at war (and it might still be, but I haven’t kept up with the news). ¬†She had a boyfriend and a baby of her own, in addition to a younger sister, I believe. ¬†She taught me much.

What I was discussing with my mom tonight is how relative things are in life. ¬†Just as in Aesop’s last fable today, with the bunny rabbits about to drown themselves in their exhaustion of living in fear, and suddenly discovering the frogs at the pond afraid of them, causing them to realize that someone had it worse off than they did, so is life. ¬†No matter what one’s struggles and turmoils, there’s always someone worse off. ¬†And I feel like our turmoils and struggles are saddening next to the real turmoils and struggles of other parts of the world. ¬†This girl spoke to me about her country of origin, and how they moved to France. ¬†And, when she spoke about it all, it were as though she were telling me about a class project, or how she went grocery shopping yesterday. ¬†Those, however, were not the subject matter. ¬†What I remember most of her story, is how people broke into her house one day/night, beat up her parents (and possibly her, too), and then took her father. ¬†Her family tried offering money as a ransom for her father’s return, but no information was even received regarding her father – they never found out if he even was alive or dead, or who had taken him. ¬†Just some men, she’d said.

I mean it that it were as though she were telling me about what she did yesterday after work/school. ¬†She was not sad in her words, nor was she hauntingly depressed in her eyes or spirit. ¬†She was living life as I was, and merely sharing about something. ¬†‘Yeah, I don’t know where Josh went after dinner, but he left. ¬†We called him, but never got a response. ¬†Maybe he went home, instead of coming for coffees with us.’ ¬†That’s was the easiness with which she spoke – no premeditation or practice. ¬†It was just what’s so, and so that was how she told it.

I say a prayer for the world tonight.

Post-a-day 2017

Say, What?!

Today, my mom and I went around to help out in various places nearby. ¬†We still haven’t hit the highest bit of water for our area as a result of the storm (although the rain has stopped completely), but we have another day or two before then, and the roads were really quite passable in many places already today. ¬†So, we decided to get out and be active, since we’ve been so sedentary throughout the storm, and we’re likely to be stuck in our neighborhood another handful of days if the upcoming flooding goes as predicted (Fortunately, it keeps lowering its levels in the forecast every 12-ish hours or so, but we prefer to err on the safe side and be prepared for more days of being home.).

All of this is not the main point for this writing, however, so I move onward to my purpose.

As we were driving from our third helping location to our fourth, my mom was responding to a text message using voice recognition. ¬†I pointed out the direction we needed to go, accepted my mom’s correction of our very first turn, and then continued in reminding her of the safe way to get out of the flooded neighborhood. ¬†As I pointed out a stop sign that was hidden behind a whole line of cars, we herd a beep emit from her phone. ¬†We both instantly knew that the voice recognition had just ended.

And that, naturally, it had been doing its best to write up whatever it had been hearing of our conversation. ¬†I instantly told my mom to send it as-is to our friend. ¬†Why? ¬†Because he does that sort of thing to us all of the time. ¬†He regularly sends a message using voice recognition without even checking what ended up in the text of the message. ¬†He claimed that it is always close enough, so we can always figure it out. ¬†So, he knows that he sends nonsense messages a good amount of the time, and he doesn’t mind it.

Therefore, as I read it aloud to my mother, and could barely speak for the intensity of my laughter, I knew we had to send it to him as it was. ¬†I gave it to my mom, and told her just to try to read it, go on… She could barely do it herself, she began crying with laughter along with me. ¬†It wasn’t just that we were ‘getting back at’ our friend that we were laughing, but the fact that what had been put into the text of the message was hardly even¬†close to what we had actually said. ¬†In the whole double sentence that seemed to have developed in the message, we had only actually said the words “No, left,” and “…turn right.” ¬†None of the others were words that we had even said.

Having thoroughly read the message, then, my mom sent it on to our friend. ¬†Actually, she had me read it a second time aloud, after the first time had been such a total struggle, and decided then to send it. ¬†So, I sent the message then, and then I gave it to her to read herself while at a stoplight. ¬†It was a wonderful and welcome comic and laughter-filled relief for the craziness of the day. ¬†Try it some time, and you’ll see what I mean by the joy we found in the text of the message. ¬†Turn on your voice recognition for a message to someone, and then begin conversation with a nearby person. ¬†You’re likely in for a real treat of words. ¬†ūüôā



Post-a-day 2017