Pay it Forward
We were going to start for home (Indiana) today, but the weather had other plans. There is a huge ice storm in Tennesee and Kentucky as well as southern Indiana. It looks like it could be Saturday before we start for home. It has been a wonderful and at times an exciting vacation but I am sooooooo ready to be home again. I am enjoying the kids and my grand babies are so sweet. Another day or so will be well spent with them. I am so Grateful for all the time we have gotten to spend enjoying family. I am Thankful for the safe travel we have had along our route. Thankful also for the amazing sights we have been able to visit. This is one vacation we will not soon forget. Almost 3700 miles so far….
Sweetie’s daughter, Lisa with Hailey(L) and Katie(R)
Little Olivia. I made each of them a hat, while Hailey held the yarn, she loved it.
This is Olivias crib, that I painted for her. Sweetie and I also did her name which is on the wall above the bed. I wish you could see the detail…it is beautiful!
I found this through Hootin’ Anni
I am going to do like Anni and “play” it forward too. I need three people to comment that you are willing to…
- Email me your snail mail address, so I can send you a small token gift of friendship.
- Write a post linking back.
- Be willing to pay it forward, by posting and sending out three gifts of your own.
Now this sounds like a whole lotta fun to me. The gifts you send should not be expensive. Mine will probably be something home made. I hope you can play along. I will notify 3 by email to get your snail mail address. According to the rules you have 365 days to send your gifts out.
Have you seen this movie? It has to be one of the best movies I have ever seen. I laughed, then I cried, then I laughed, then I cried some more! Just a fabulous movie and a wonderful concept. You can count me in!
I really like the concept of paying it forward.I learned that lession when I was in the Air Force and my car broke down in the rain.I was getting drenched trying to get my car restarted it seems like water flooded the ignition system.whe a man came along and asked if he colud help,I explained the situation and he told me just to close the hood and let the heat from the engine dry out the engine compartment,while that was happening he said come sit in the warmth of my car you need it.long story short,when I got my car running and asked the gentilman what I owed him for his time he said you owe me this,the next person that needs help give it to them,that how you can repay me.
The pics are great…them babies are too cute. You are one crafty lady.
I already have PIF at my blog.
You, however, have been tagged~
http://scrappynhappy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-tagged.html
Ahhh, little Olivia is so cute! Her bed is every bit as adorable as you described. I am so thankful for the weekend. It has been such a busy week - so much snow and storms, plus stuff at work. I am hoping to get caught up in my meme’s and of course I haven’t even checked the prompt for Writer’s Island yet! Have a safe trip home!
The little girls are all beautiful!! Darling little hats. Olivia’s room is so pretty and colorful. I am glad you had a wonderful trip but am glad you are back in my neck of the woods!
~Thanks girlfriend! Can’t wait to see ya and catch up…HUGS!……….Mo
In 1974 I bought a year end brand new 1973 Buick Regal.
Shortly thereafter my wife and I decided to drive from Pittsburgh to Cincinnati to visit relatives. We left late intending to arrive early in the morning. The trip was uneventful until we neared Columbus on I-71 somewhere near Brice Road and the 270 outer belt.
My wife was driving and I woke up to ask if she was sleepy. She said no. But she thought there was something wrong with the lights. Sitting up I noticed, that indeed it looked like our car had no headlights. At the same time, I realized the car was running rough.
I had her pull the car off the highway and I got out to look under the hood. By the time I get under the hood the car is running much rougher, and I had my wife turn the car off. Upon turning the car off we discovered the thing was dead. No lights, no ignition, no radio, nothing.
It’s about 5:00am in the morning. I’m a 24 year old African Ameircan male with a wife and a baby in diapers. We’re somewhere in a rural area outside of Columbus, Ohio and there is no one, or nothing around. It was that time of the moring when even the big trucks were not running. But I could see off in the distance about two miles ahead the lights of a few commercial establishments.
I decided to walk toward the lights to get help.
I’d walked about three quarters of a mile, when I heard a car coming up behind me. As it drew closer I could see it was a police car. Over joyed, I began to frantically wave my arms and shout. The police car slowed, somewhat, two white officers inside looked at me and kept driving.
As I continued walking, I could see in the distance the lights of a good sized shopping center. At the same time, a pick up truck pulls alongside and stops. Inside, a young white man, a kid really of about 17 rolls the window down and asks if I need help. I most certainly did.
This fellow takes me back to get my wife and child. While, I don’t recall that it was winter. I do remember being chilled to the bone and being concerned for my wife and baby in a car with no heat.
While riding back to my car, the young man used his CB to relay a call to my uncle in Cincinnati. He carried me and my family to a hotel in a nearby shopping complex. After getting my family checked in he took me over to a sears auto center where the employees were just opening the store.
The Sears employees called a tow truck. The tow arrives within ten minutes or so. The young man leads the tow to my disabled car back down the highway, and stays with me to get the car back to the Sears shop.
When he was sure that I would be all right, I reach in my pocket to pay him. I had perhaps a couple hundred dollars in cash. I was prepared to give it all to him. He said no. The only thing he wanted from me was to pass the kindness on to others.
I agreed. The young man got in his truck and drove away. All together, he probably spent a couple of hours helping me.
I’m fifty seven years old, now. And I’ve spent a lifetime helping others of every color and stripe, largely in part due to that very fine young man. I pray that God has made him wealthy, and that every thing and every body that belongs to him is mightily blessed. I am truly grateful for him.
Interestingly enough, twenty five years later I would move to columbus, Ohio. Serendippity? Providence?