after learning how to ship odd-shaped items, to faraway places, by way of Etsy and not losing money, I thought it might be fun to build an online store and sell off my collections … skip ahead hundreds of hours, thinking all systems are go and the infamous one little thingshows up to block a spectacular finish. it’s all good … I consider that bump in the road as good luck for what’s to come. eventually.
one way or another, it always works out and I only have 110 people ahead of me in line. 🙂
A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved 3- year-old grandson. It’s obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets in the candy aisle, for biscuits in the bread aisle; and for fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles.
Meanwhile, Granddad is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy, boy.”
Another outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say, “It’s okay, William, just a couple more minutes, and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”
At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and Granddad says again in a controlled voice, “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes. Stay cool, William.”
Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into the car.
She said to the elderly gentleman, “It’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it.That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his grandpa.”
“Thanks,” said the grandfather, “but I’m William ….the little shit’s name is Kevin.”
Grandchildren are God’s way of compensating us for growing old. ~Mary H. Waldrip