Judging a book by it cover?

What truly lies behind that book you judge so easily, same goes for anyone of us, why judge us before you even know who we are, what we want or for what reason we pass into "your space" Maybe we don't want anything from you. Block us out if you like but you might be the poorer for that.

I have been judged my whole life, just as you were, every time somebody serves us in a shop, everytime you meet another person, the only thing that does not judge us is man's best friend. No matter how shit you treat the dog, it comes back wagging it's tail looking with big eyes at you.

I made that mistake years ago, working in a pharmacy there in Sunnyside, Pretoria. This young girlie came in pushing a pram, asked for help buying cosmetics, I judged her ... yeh right as if you could afford that! She payed with a gold Amex card. Right maybe I was wrong?

There's that time when we stayed in Durban, my mom loved visiting this clothing store owned by some Jewish ladies, they fell over backward to help her as soon as they heard she's going overseas, then they were on first name bases? If I went in there alone they wouldn't even bother giving you a glass of water if I collasped in their doorway. It's not as if I never went there without my mom. Should I go on .......

Oh I forgot to tell you about this wonderful conversation I had a while back with the man from the sewing machine shop. He mentioned their new pastor was South African, just resently come over, so I get his Ph no and give them a call, Welcoming them to Kempsey and wanting to invite them around the next time they headed up the mountain where we got a small farm. Well That went well... Not. He was so rude and abrunt even considering his profession. Did not even invite me to go to his church. I put down the phone thinking did that just happen ... why bother.

Have you been treated like that before yeh I bet you have ... If you don't think so, well then you must be lying to yourself. You dress to inpress ... who? You put yourself in blogland ... but you don't want your space invaded ... then go private!

All I can say is Life is short. I do apologize for this rant, it's not like me at all.
Until nexttime
Rina

Sometimes I wonder........

Family gene's are sometimes so strong, you watch those sad programs on TV where people try trace their biological mom or dad, or siblings. For years these people have tried and sometimes the parents are the one's who can't get over the sadness or regret, and go looking. They're left in limbo, to scared of the rejection and the hurt, wondering!

I am so greatful my story is nothing like that. I had two wonderful parents who most of the time loved me. Like most kids I had my moments of mischief, like the time Dad caught me smoking, gave me a whollipping I never forget. Then Mom found the packet of cigerettes, told dad and I got another whollipping. How dumb could you get!!Anyway most of the time I was good, never really got into any mischieve.

I remember people asking Mom "Is that your child? she looks nothing like you" well Mom said she got sick of the questioning, so told them what they wanted to hear "No she's adopted" that normally shut them up. Well a seed was planted in my small head, and until today I sometimes wonder ... I do look like my fatherside of the family, so just maybe there is a grain of truth there somewhere. Jokingly I mentioned this to my mother on the last visit to South Africa, when once again her neighbour uttered the same words, and she gave the same reply jokingly ... I asked are you sure my aunt is not really my mother.

Always had a special place in my heart for my aunt, a secret wonder if she is not my real mother. We had a little family gathering to catch up with my Dad's brother and sister, I hadn't seen them in 18 yrs, wow that's along time. Dad passed away in Sept 1999. We had a great time reminising. My Aunt dropped me off and while we were driving, we chatted away happily. I realised how very much alike we were, even looking alike. How strange is that! But When it came to saying goodbye, it felt like a little piece of my was torn apart, leaving a hole in my heart. Gave her such a big hug, poor woman proably had no idea why.

Oh how I wish I was brave enough to have asked that question, would I just have made a fool of myself. I am 50 something what does it matter anyway.

Until nexttime
Rina

Tea anyone?

Your invited to check out what we doing this Easter long weekend, so hop on over to the other blog. It's going to be a 3 part session to please come back again.

Have a lovely peaceful Easter weekend.

Rina