I received in my email a sisterhood forward a week ago. You know, one of those irritating ones that spoils its nice sentiment with guilt-laden instructions to send it on to a prescribed number of others and back to the person that sent it to you to prove your friendship. Worse, I think, are the religious or humanitarian ones which cast aspersions on your redemption status or personal convictions, intimating a lack thereof if you choose to break the chain of forwards. Anyway, this one was worth sending back to my friend to let her know that I actually appreciated the thoughts, but I took my chances in not forwarding it to anyone else.
My favorite part of the email was a quote that still makes me laugh out loud:
Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the devil says, “Oh crap. She’s up!”
I mean, picture it. What kind of a woman would that be? I am thinking that she would be a wild combination of Mother Teresa and Charro; someone quick to consternate single-minded wickedness with overwhelming sincerity, abundantly simple good works, and cleverness that outwits all possible obstacles. I picture someone funny and fun; someone motivated by compassion and drunk with joy; a woman who hands out sailboards to those who need to ride across waves of pain and teaches the lonely to Salsa dance together; a tireless champion of the human spirit.
Wow. I want to be her when I grow up.
“Oh crap. She’s up!”
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