Beautification Specialist Good Deed Award....

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love

 are the best parts of a person's life.

William Wordsworth

You have all heard me talk about her before--my beautification specialist--that is....

she is the one who I've talked about in previous posts

who

does beautification in all kinds of ways---

additionally

besides making 

me always look 

"sexy hot'

she also does dead people hair.

So if you haven't read about her before she's worth looking into previous posts to 

find out just how special she is.

This weekend was exceptionally difficult for the whole off color family.

As I've stated before, off color daughter is going to China in the spring.

She has been saving her money now for over a year--nickles and dimes and dollars she chose to save rather than spend--thrown together in a pickle jar

stowed way in the depths of her closet.

She had over $700.00 in her "kitty" and was known on occasion to be the

"off color" bank---making small loans to whoever needed cash at any given moment and 

keeping track of how much we owed her.

She has worked hard to assure she was going to have a good trip.

In the past month, she has had a few friends over to visit--not many--but a few.

They are all good kids, kids I like--and most of them I have come to love.

They are the only people who have been in our home besides for us Off color family

and the off color family does not steal from each other--we may borrow and we may charge interest but we don't steal.

On Friday night after the football game pickup, I was just dozing off to sleep about one am when off color daughter comes in my room frantically waking me up....

"did you take my money?"

"no", I say "drowsily.

I get up and head upstairs where she is counting.....

someone had taken $400.00 of her $700.00 out of her pickle jar and crinkled up the checks to make it look like nothing was missing.

She was heartbroken.  

I sat with her and it was one of those moments where the reality of life sinks in and a mother

knows there is nothing she can do 

no band-aid she can spring out.

I sat as she cried---cried because of her hard work---and then because

someone she loved and trusted

had basically

invaded her sacred turf with no

rhyme or reason as to why this had happened.

Off Color daughter

Humans of all kinds

do wrong things

they disappoint

they rob

they lie

they steal

I'm sorry 

that you've been dealt such a blow

but

it is true

bad things happen

people let their desire override their conscious

and

people take what is not theirs

dammit to hell

.....

I don't like it

pissed me off

wanted to call the cops

but 

I didn't.

We will work to replace the stolen funds

and

we will watch

carefully and closely 

to see who

suddenly has 

some new toy 

or new clothes

or 

new something.

......

Friends do not steal.

The next morning

I had an appointment with my beautification specialist who is always responsible for 

making me look 

my sexiest hottest......

and 

I must say 

she did another fabulous job this Saturday.

While she was clipping away,

I allowed her to be my therapist for a moment

as she listened to my

lament over the thieves that entered our world

.....

her heart broke just like mine

and

she tried to reframe the situation 

the best she could.

I told her I was leaving to take the

pickle jar money to the bank....

our conversation moved forward 

and we 

talked about 

friends and "fifty shades"

and

children and life

and

when I went to pay her

she did it...

did what I didn't expect...

she became a glimmer of light on a dark day

a ray of hope

a piece of joy....

as I paid, she unzipped her little bank bag and 

simply said,

"sometimes bad things happen for a reason---sometimes we don't know why"

but

when you go home

take this $20.00 and give it to off color daughter 

to start rebuilding her adventure fund.

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes....

for 

on 

a dark 

gloomy morning

after a hard night

my beautification specialist did it...

rose above the dark 

night

and

became a glimmer of light

renewing 

my belief in the goodness of people.

just a glimmer of goodness

a ray of hope

makes the world of difference 

when standing inside a dark cave....

Thank you dear beautification specialist

for 

being

one of my rituals in life

for smiling and laughing 

and

being off color.

Thank you for your heart

your love

and

for teaching 

my family 

that 

even on bad days

there are good people

with good hearts left in the world

who do incredible little deeds 

that shift the perspective of life.

and to

whoever

it is 

who stole my daughters money

Shame

shame

shame 

on you!!!!!

Happy Sunday....

The radical rambler