Give A Little Bit....

Give a little bit, Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit, I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share, Send a smile and show you care~Supertramp

I drive a lot, usually with the radio cranked up and  coffee close by.  Commuting long distances to work is what you make it.  My son also has doctors in the Tulsa and Oklahoma City area.  While listening to the radio one day, I heard a spot from a local church.  The pastor calls it "Perceptions" and it is usually a short scripture reference or such, but this one was different.  He told a story about some famous golfer--I forget the name-- who gave a woman a rather large sum of money to help with medical expenses for her terminally ill toddler.  When he was told later that it was all a scam, the golfer exclaimed "You mean there is no dying baby?  That's the best news I've heard all week!"  Wow.  What a life of grace to be able to focus on the positive.

I told you that story to tell you this one.  And I tell you this one not to pat myself on the back or to get any accolades.  I just want you to think, ok?

I drove my Mom halfway to Oklahoma City last week to meet Dad.  My youngest girl was with me, and being a 5 year old, needed to go inside to the restroom at the truck stop where we met.  As we walked in, I noticed a young girl, not much older than 22, sitting outside the store, not facing traffic or making eye contact with anyone.  She had a small hand lettered sign that read "Traveling and broke down, anything helps, God bless".  It bothered me.  I have one teenager driving already and another getting ready too.  Vehicles are trouble, just ask my Dad.  He told my sisters and me that from day one.  "This girl is somebody's daughter" was the thought that crossed my mind.  When we came out of the store, she was gone and I glanced over to the back of the parking lot.  She was standing there by an older Honda Civic with two other people, the car jacked up on the passenger side, the tire off.  When my parents left, I went to the back.  Her husband was with her and a beautiful blonde haired, blue-eyed toddler was bouncing in the front seat of the car.  A young local guy with grease all over his hands and clothes was talking to them.  On their way to Oregon and the CV joint had gone out in their car, he could fix it, but they needed money for the part.  Ever bought a CV joint? I have.  Parts stores don't give them away. So....I helped with what I could.  Not that 20 bucks and a 50 dollar Wal-Mart gift card were gonna go far.  Because she was somebody's daughter, traveling with hers.

I'll give a little bit, I'll give a little bit of my love to you
So give a little bit, Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes, Take his hand, you'll be surprised
Did I get scammed?  I don't think so.  Even if I did, she was somebody's daughter.  He was somebody's son.  And that beautiful child bouncing up and down in the front seat smiled at me, happy no matter what, clean and well cared for.  In the end, I think we all should treat people not like we want to be treated, but like they are someone's child.  And have the grace to find the positive in anything that might go wrong.

Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home

Life's Been Good To Me So Far....

That could be my song, well, minus the mansion and the Maserati part....ok, and the gold records on the wall.  The line "I can't complain but sometimes I still do" fits though.

Maybe Roger Miller's song "You Can't Rollerskate In a Buffalo Herd....But You Can Be Happy If You've a Mind Too", those are some lyrics to take to heart.  Or maybe "Me Vida Loca" by Pam Tillis.  Or Alanis Morissette "Hand In My Pocket" cause everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine....even though I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed. Songs are stories, pictures of emotions and sentiments painted with words.

I used to blog over on another "adult" site, then the behavior there got not so adult and sucked all the fun  out of it.  But I still have my songs, we all do.  Songs that come from our life experiences.  They come from having two ex husbands--one a nice guy, even though he is an eternal pessimist (the glass is not only half empty, but leaking)--the other, I thought was nice, then found out that pathological liar sociopaths who are also pedophiles really AREN'T so nice.  Mine come from being a mother of 4 of the most fascinating, wondrous, amazing, aggravating humans on the Earth and living with them on the ranch where I grew up.  Then there are the songs from The Cowboy, the man who I look at with daily fascination because he voluntarily joined this circus.

My life is a series of songs.  Sit and listen, the porch here at The Ranch is big enough.  Share your songs with me.  Light a cigarette, I'll pour the Crown.