Story #2

Evenstaroflight
Evenstaroflight
Jan 26, 2011, 10:08 PM |
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2.Driving at dusk during a heavy downpour, I couldn’t see the water-filled potholes that polka-dotted the street. Before long, my left front wheel hit one of them, sending the hubcap spinning through the air and landing on the median. Not wanting to get soaked, I left it there, thinking I would pick it up later. After the rain stopped, I returned and located my errant hubcap. But when I got home and tried to put it back on the wheel, it wouldn’t fit! Try as I might, I couldn’t get that hubcap to stay on. Finally I noticed the word Ford engraved on it. I had picked up the wrong hubcap, of course, and I couldn’t force it onto our Buick! That’s not all I’ve tried to force at various times. I’ve tried to force my opinions on my friends, my “right” perspective on my daughter—and my husband, Paul, my poor husband! As petty as this might seem, he’s had to endure my casseroles. Over and over, he’s told me he doesn’t like casseroles. I do. I used to bake a delicious variety of them—they were so convenient and economical, too. But every time I served one, he said, “Flossie, you know I don’t like casseroles.” After years of trying new recipes, persuading, even arguing their merits, I stopped forcing them on him. I’ve even found that mealtimes are more pleasant without casseroles. I now bake them for church potluck dinners, where my husband has other choices. He’s happier, and, I must admit, I am, too. Have you been trying to push a “good” idea or “perfect” suggestion on someone who resists it? I’ve found, whether with hubcaps or people, forcing only makes matters worse. Just for today, try letting go, keeping quiet. Let others have their choices. Abba, Release me from compulsions to manipulate others or force my ideas.

Jessica