I have these calcium gummy vitamins that I take every morning, because I am an adult who needs calcium and prefers to get my vitamins in candy form. There are 3 flavors, cherry, orange and strawberry. I don’t like the orange ones as much as the others and am always a little sad when I have to eat that flavor. Recently, however, upon purchasing a new jar of my gummy calcium supplements I had a revelation. I decided to eat all of the orange ones before I got to the other flavors. I knew it would be a challenge, but once I finished them I would have only the good flavors to look forward to. I called my challenge “Operation Orange.” Well, today I completed “Operation Orange” and I can honestly say undergoing this was one of the best decisions of my life. Now, with only the cherry and strawberry flavors left, I wake up every morning excited to start the day. I feel strong and alive and it’s not just because I’m meeting my daily calcium needs, it’s because I challenged myself and I succeeded.
For my entire life, people have thought me a bit off. Of course, they are too polite to say this to my face and I am slightly paranoid, but I know it’s true. I am a bit off. I’m overly friendly and have an odd habit of pulling my shirt sleeves over my hands. When asked how I’m doing I say “fine ”…
Whenever I eat an apple around co-workers, I feel so bad because it’s so loud. In my head I always say, “Don’t worry guys, we’ll get through this.” And it pains me to know, that they’ll never know how caring I am, because my loud crunching offsets my carefulness.
There are certain things people should just know. For example, the other day I was riding the subway and there was this woman who, rather than using the pole to hold, like it was intended for, she was holding on with her butt crack. Completely leaning up against the pole with her butt. And I don’t think that there is a polite way of saying, hey that’s not for your butt crack.
But, maybe she just doesn’t know, just like I didn’t know how to wear a belt correctly until middle school. I used to wear the buckle part all the way to the side, instead of the front. Luckily someone pointed out my error and I made a change. I am grateful to that person and I think of them whenever I wear a belt. And perhaps, that is exactly what I can be to this woman. Every time she is tempted to use her butt crack as support she will think of me.
If I were a genie in a bottle, the first thing I would do is force someone to wish that I wouldn’t be a genie anymore, so that I wouldn’t have to live in a bottle anymore or be a genie.
For his school talent show, my beautiful nephew Drew memorized Let It Be. This was no small feat; Drew is autistic and non-verbal. When he reached the end of the first stanza, “speaking words of wisdom, let it be” his teacher had instructed him to add: “sing with me!” and everyone in the audience did.
Drew approached his performance with seriousness of purpose and the audience greeted him with a vocal outpouring of love. Add to that the poignant relevance of the song’s message…in every way, Drew’s version of Let It Be was the perfect cover.