Lessons In Humilty

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This past week I flew to my home state of Texas with a friend. I needed to sell my mother’s belongings and I gave myself a rigid deadline. I would have an estate sale, sell my mom’s house and two cars all within a week. I knew the amount of work would be enormous because I had seen how well my mother hoards. The house is neat and organized but there are items stored everywhere. She loves paper clutter and plastic tubs food comes in from the grocery store.

 

When we arrived things got off to a rocky start. The door that should have been unlocked was locked and all the keys were inside the house. I had to call a locksmith. Once in the house, we thought we could relax but the doorbell rang. It was the Police. Someone thought a burglar paid a locksmith to into my mother’s house.

 

By this time I had a chance to look around the house and note the overwhelming amount of items that needed to gotten rid of. It’s amazing how we spend our lives collecting things and then spend the end of our lives getting rid of it all.

 

What happened next reaffirmed my belief in the goodness of people. To be more specific, people who grew up poor. One neighbor brought home made meals and iced tea to drink. Two local friends jumped in and helped me sort through things as well as sell items at the estate sale. One of the friends had been up all night at his dying grandmother’s bedside. He joined us for several hours despite the lack of sleep and was an excellent salesman.

 

The other friend stayed by my side during the entire week, helping me sell, move things and get the house ready for sale. Once we sold all our furniture he and his wife offered us a couch to crash on for our final night. The thing is, I did not have to ask for anyone’s help. Everyone just jumped in and helped where they could.

 

I had forgotten how well mannered the people of the south are. Everywhere we went, men waited for us and held doors open for us. Even if we were several steps behind, they waited. At each place we went, people greeted us with a friendly hello and a smile. There were lots of yes ma’am’s and yes sir’s thrown around. The kindness offered to us while we were there helped make a tough week bearable.

 

When I came back home, a friend invited me to her house for a home cooked meal. We talked for hours about her homeland in the Philippines. What struck me was the stories she told were the same as what I had experienced in my home town.   Even though living in extreme poverty, the people would do anything for you.

 

When it comes down to it, I think what makes people who come from poverty special is their humility and generosity. I know I am humbled and grateful for all the kindness shown to me these past two weeks.

 

About The Author

Margaret Ludwig

I am an aspiring writer that is working as a Deputy Sheriff. I have been in law enforcement for fifteen years. I have five left to go before I can retired and follow my heart desires. My plan is to change people misconceptions and prejudices towards the dogs that are perceived as aggressive or broken in some way. I have five of my own dogs, all with some kind of issue themselves. I hope to continue to rescue dogs and give or get them the homes they all deserve.

1 COMMENT

  1. Williammr | 21st May 16

    Message. I needed to thank you for this good read!! I certainly enjoyed every little bit of it. I’ve got you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post Tymeson

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