It is Girl Scout cookie time! I showed my support for my local Girl Scouts, by eating a box of Tagalongs last night. My dinner plans for tonight, involve at least one sleeve of Thin Mints. I was walking out of the store yesterday, and a sweet little girl, with a sash of hard-earned badges, waved for me to come towards her (but not too close, it’s still Covid season . . . .sigh). Under her little green mask, I knew that she was smiling, and her muffled words said, “Come here, lady. I’ll lead you to where the pile of heavenly cookies lay, and you can choose from the rainbow of choices.” It was like seeing an angel on Earth. I followed her, like she was the Pied Piper, followed by a trail of desperately hungry, always-on-a-diet, middle-aged women.
Don’t praise me. It was my duty to support the young ladies. I was a Girl Scout myself, at one time. It was the least that I could do, for my community. In fact, our current stash of Girl Scout cookies, purchased just last night, has become alarmingly low, already. I may have to look for my little green friend again today, and I pray that her stash hasn’t been sold out, purchased by other community supporters.
Are you passing on love, or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.