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by Suzanne Sunday
Well, did that thing a gal has to do, at least once a year after a certain age. Yep, gotter done!!!
Now, I am an eleven-year Breast Cancer survivor and that is really a great big deal for me! I give all Praises, Glory and Honor to our Father in Heaven for this true Blessing!
Usually, my husband does not go with me, but he did this time.
Got there, “No, you do not have an appointment today.” “Well, yes, I do, they called me yesterday to pre-register me.” “Sorry, cannot find you.”
About that time my favorite Tech came out and spoke to me and we were all rather dumfounded. She told me she could still take me because they were not busy. So I went over to the other desk and signed some papers and then the very nice young woman that was helping me said, “I did not want to interrupt you, while you were talking to L, but they have your name wrong in the computer. So she quickly corrected that and I was ready to go on the great adventure.
Now, you read all kinds of jokes about feeling like you are being run over by car tires, but really, it is not all that bad! Not a bad experience if it can save your life, right gals?!
After all was taken care of, my favorite Tech and I talked a bit. I wore my “cute” hat as it was so windy that day, that I knew my hair would look like a bunch of twisted twine so that was the simple way to look “my best.”
Winds were recorded over 50 miles an hour that day. My favorite Tech told me about how she had called home to have the kids watch for their trash can because, more than likely it had been blown down the street.
The thing about this trash can was the decoration upon it…a big X marking across the sign on the trash can with “blood colored” paint dripping down the sides. Now, before you get too upset, just think, “Why would someone do that to a perfectly marked trash can?
Well, perhaps rather than getting all huffed and puffed up and doing some “stupid” kind of protesting” as some folks have been known to do when things in a city are just plain not done correctly by those in charge of such things as water, trash, and annexation…maybe a little quiet protest just lets those silly folks know someone does not approve of their leadership.
I grew upon in the 60’s and never did any protesting, I was too shy, too afraid of getting into trouble so as the years went on I decided that I would do some quiet protesting as well.
Well, I did when I was 21, I protested poor teacher’s pay that my husband and other teachers received.
(And aside here) I was taking Speech in college and our professor told us to write about something we disagreed with
and then do an interview with someone in charge of the situation and that was the Superintendent of Schools)
I protested bad water in a little town in Kansas where I lived when I was in my 40’s, ran for councilperson and only lost by a few votes to an older man who had been in office for a long time…. I lost but, I won, because the water situation was looked into at that time.
So, I could go on with my gaining more and more “get up and go get-um” protesting I did, more quietly than some of the folks do today. But, I will stop here.
Seeing the trash can blowing down the street with a “rolling reminder” of displeasure at the way things are done by those “in charge,” is just a rather “silent reminder of displeasure.”
My favorite tech and I really got a good laugh out of this and she just knew when she went home, her trash would probably be scattered all along the street and perhaps the trash men would not stop and pick it up. Who knows! They might protest her husband’s protest!
I am sure God looks down upon his children and wonders, “Oh my, what they do!”
As long as we keep trying to right the world, in a simple protest, I am sure He does not get too upset with us.
It is when we protest by hating, bullying, cheating, and doing down right meanness to others, is when He probably is ashamed of us.
So, protest. It might bring humor to someone as the trash can did to me and my husband…. but protest, maybe by saying a Prayer for someone who is not doing right or being unkind.
And, if by chance you see a trash can blowing down your street and you are home and you know your neighbor is not…why not just be kind and pick up what you can to make your street “nice” and you will be serving your neighborhood as well as yourself and God.