Jun 042014
 

Originally published July 30, 2012.

On Thursday morning, Chase and I returned from a mommy/son overnight date. It was really a let’s get the hell away from the girls who will never ever, ever stop fighting date. It was awesome. We played and talked and talked and talked. We splurged on donuts for breakfast and snuggled in bed at night and woke up early for walks on the beach and dolphin sightings. I got to say yes, yes, yes instead of no, no, no all day. We dreamed up a book we’re going to write together. It was perfect. It kind of made me wish I could raise my kids one at a time.

Exhausted and happy, we boarded the plane for the flight home. Since I just had Chase- no girls- I was envisioning a relaxing, blissful flight.  I would not be breaking up fights or crawling around on the cabin floor trying to find tiny plastic toys the size of my fingernail that someone who really, really hates parents created. It was just Chase and me, happy and relaxed after our trip, ready to curl up with our brand new books.

But the Universe decided that I had had quite enough relaxing, thank you very much.

I wedged myself in the seat next to an older, furious, panicked man who was having trouble sending an email. He was huffing, puffing, moaning, and cursing. He was making all the noises that beg the person next to you to say, “what’s wrong?” But I didn’t say “what’s wrong?” No way, Jose. All I could do was think about how this man’s state of being was a lesson to me. Nothing that can be done over a computer is worth that much angst and stress. Unless one is trying to reach a dying friend, one should not allow a two hour loss of technology to work him up that way. Not healthy. This man’s level of stress was so high that I could FEEL it radiating off of him. Killing my vacay buzz. I wanted none of it. I kept leaning closer and closer to Chase’s side until half of my body was in his seat. What are you doing? Chase said. I just love you, I responded. He gave me his “I’m practicing to be a teenager” eye roll.

The man finally shut his laptop. Then he started taking huge, deep breaths. Loud, angry, breaths. But his deep breaths were interrupted by deep, repetitive coughs. Smoker coughs. Loud, jarring coughs that wracked his whole body. I tried to discreetly cover my face with my Monkee sweat shirt.  By now I was basically sitting IN Chase’s lap.

We take off. I start reading.

And he starts.

He starts talking to me, in monologue form, and it is clear right away that he plans to get a few things off of his croupy chest. To me. He is grizzly. He is angry. He is, how shall we say…not my type. Something tells me to close my book and listen anyway. I resent that Something. But I do. I close my book and look at my new teacher and listen.

This man talked for a full hour before I spoke at all. During this hour I learned that he was a small company owner on his way to DC to tell his employees that he was moving his headquarters out of the country because, according to him, the Obama administration’s new rules had made it impossible for him to stay in the US.

Then, during the next hour, He talked about the poor in sweeping generalizations. He discussed any sort of service program workers or supporters as foolish enablers. He repeated the word fools twenty times. He proclaimed all non-profits to be corrupt money grubbers who hire hookers and buy drugs with donations. He said that liberals would be the ruin of our country. He talked more about his own company, and how liberals hated him and were always trying to put him a box and make him the bad guy. He explained that he’d fight his way out of that box any way he had to. He was a fighter, he said. He spoke loudly and peppered his sentences with curse words.

As God is my witness, I am not making any of this up. Every single thing he said was something that makes my fists clench and heart want to jump out of my throat and onto my lap. Even my beloved Mitchum stopped working. But something told me to stay open. Ride this out. I kept listening.

Once Chase leaned over and said, “Why are you arguing?”

Our new friend said, “Son, we’re not arguing, we’re just stating very different opinions in a tense way.” (I still hadn’t said a word.)

“Isn’t that the definition of arguing?” Chase said.

I shot him my best, “I’ve got this and respect your elders even when they think differently than anyone you’ve ever met.” look.

I took inward deep breaths and shot a twitter prayer up to the G-O-D.

Not subtle with this one, huh? What am I supposed to do with this? Politics? Politics? There are two things I avoid like the plague- politics and real ticks.

Then in the back of my head, I hear. “It has been said to love your friends. But don’t even jerks do that? I say – Love your enemies and those who think differently than you.”

Daaaaaamnnnniiiiiiiittttttt.

In the middle of describing various tax codes he looked at me and said, “Are you following me, here?”

I said, Well, I’m a writer, so I’m not familiar with a lot of this, but I think I’m with you. I’m learning as you talk.

He said, “Oh, a writer. I tried that road once. I tried to do nothing, because my doctor and wife told me I was going to die if I didn’t slow down. So I stopped working and sat on the couch all day. But how much Jerry Springer can you watch, right?”

Right. Well, maybe your doctor didn’t mean for you to go from 100 to 0. Maybe she just wanted you to cruise at 50. Also, as a writer, I don’t do nothing. But you’re right, I have found a way to live without so much stress.

Right, right, that’s not what I meant,” he said.

I know, I said. Stay open, the Something said. Stay open. Ride this out.

At one point the man took a breath, looked sideways at me and said, “You’re a liberal, aren’t you.”

I said, I try not to label myself, because I don’t want to shut down conversations. Right now I’m just a person trying to understand you.

“Oh you’re definitely a liberal,” he said.

When he started back in on non-profits and how they were all money grubbing thieves, I said, You know, I run a group like a non-profit, and we give back 100 percent of what we raise. No overhead. We all work for free.

He raised his eyebrow and didn’t respond for a minute.

He looked out the airplane window. He was remembering something. His tirade stopped. His voice changed a little.

Then he turned back and said, “I haven’t given a penny away for fifteen years. I used to. Every Christmas I used to buy ten turkeys and deliver them to the homeless shelter myself.  But I don’t do that anymore. I don’t give anything away anymore.”

What changed? I said.

He looked out the window again and I thought- HERE we go. HERE we go- here comes the real stuff. Here politics die and the person behind them introduces himself.

Scruffy angry man said, “When my daughter was little, we left a candle burning in our house and the whole house burned down. With all of our things. We had nothing. We lived in our car for seven months with our daughter and no one reached out to help us. Not our neighbors, not our families, friends. Not even our church. No one.”

God. That must have been awful.

“It was. But I eventually found work and I pulled us out of there on my own.”

That’s amazing. Still. Don’t you wish someone had reached out to you?

“Well, they didn’t.”

I know, but doesn’t a part of you really wish they had?

“No. We’re fine. I pulled us out of there and I turned out perfectly fine.”

Here is where I couldn’t help but stop the conversation and give scruffy angry man my face. I can’t describe it so here it is. I used to be able to appear much more skeptical but you know, all the Botox.

“What??” He said defensively. Then he laughed.  “What?”

You’re perfectly fine? Not a teeny bit hard hearted, friend?

Scruffy man laughed again. Hard this time. Hard enough that his whole body shook again. Thank you. baby Jesus, I thought.

“Maybe a little,” he said, “Maybe a little.”

I walked through this heavenly door of laughter and I told him that I was glad he’d told me his story. I told him that I usually did lean to the left and so I didn’t often have a chance to hear the stories of folks on the other side. I told him I understood a lot of where he was coming from, and I do. Being a small business owner, from my friend Tim’s point of view, is a very tough gig these days, and maybe always.

“I’m not a bad guy.They are always making me out to be a bad guy. I’m not.”

I know, I said. I’m one of the “theys,” most days, and I don’t think you’re a bad guy.

Then I asked if he’d do me a favor. I told him that I’d keep his story in my head and heart if he’d consider changing one teeny part of the way he spoke. The alls. The mosts. I told him the generalizations were killing me. All the poor, Most of the non-profits, all the democrats, every single liberal.  It discredits you a little, I said. Weakens your arguments.

Then I told him about the poor people who were the parents of the kids at the school where I taught. How many of them worked 24 hours straight and then came into my classroom, blurry-eyed, to hear about the children for whom they’d sacrificed everything.

Illegals? He said.

No, friend. Or maybe so. But do you understand what I’m saying? We can’t say all or most. We just can’t.

He nodded. “I hear you. I’ll stop saying all. But I might stick with most.”

Okay, I said. A compromise. I love compromises.

Then he said, “Give me the name of your non-profit. I’ll look it up.”

I squealed and clapped like a seal. He rolled his eyes and stuck his finger down his throat like he was gagging. But it was definitely an affectionate gag.

As I wrote our website on his work folder,  I told him about our Love Flash Mobs. About how we send money to hurting people to let them know we care.

He said, “Why the hell do you send them money? Why money?”

It’s not about the money. It’s about what the money represents-  love, care for a stranger, sacrifice.

More gagging. “How much you send them?”

Last time we raised 80 thousand dollars in six hours. All kinds of people gave. Conservatives, liberals. People like you. Actually, I don’t know if there are any other people like you.

Laughter and huge eyes. “80k? And you gave it all away??

 Yep. I know.

“Well, if it’s not about the money, you should just send them a card. Have all your “people” sign it and send a goddamn card. I’ll even give you $2.50 for the card. I wouldnta done that before this conversation, I’ll tell you that. I don’t get you, but the world needs people like you and your monks or whatever the hell you call them.”

I looked at him and said - I wish we were around when you were stuck in your car.

“Well you weren’t, and we were fine.”

 I know, I still wish though.

“Yeah.”

Then I went in for the love kill.

Look at us, friend. We did it. We made it through two hours. I learned a little about you, you learned a little about me. The rightiest and the leftiest. Maybe in the whole WORLD. We didn’t yell, You taught me a lot.

“You taught me a little.”

I’ll take it. Tim, can I get a picture?

“No. hell no. You’re just gonna put it on that Mama’s Tree of yours.”

True. That’s what I was going to do. Well let me at least shoot this, so I can prove this really happened. That the rightest right man and the leftyist left girl sat together on a plane and said all of our things and learned from each other. And made friends.

Tim said – “I’ve never made friends with a goddamn liberal before.”

I am proud to be your first goddamn liberal friend, Tim. And I want you to know that I can see how upset you are about your company, and this upcoming meeting, and the country, and I’m rooting for you.  Just treat them like people, not issues, Tim. And you must start sleeping more. And you gotta quit smoking, Tim. We’ve gotta take you down 6 million notches.

“I know. You’re right,” he said. “Good luck with your book and all of  your giving people’s hard earned money away.”

Thank you Tim, I appreciate it.

“Write down your book’s name too. I’m going to order it as soon as it comes out.”

Thank you, Tim. I hope you like it.

And then we HUGGED. We HUGGED.

On the cab ride home I thought: our world views usually come from the world we’ve experienced, not from the goodness of our hearts. If you’ve experienced the world as loving and generous – that is how you will live, in abundance. But if you’ve experienced the world as uncaring and cold, then it only makes sense that you will continue to live with that world view.

It’s really why we need to take care of each other. Listen to each other. Undig our heels. Surprise each other. We really do.

Tim- thank you for teaching me so much. You are in my prayers. For real. Not just saying that.

Love and Peace,

Glennon- the goddamn liberal from Mama’s Tree



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  63 Responses to “Progress”

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  2. Wow. I just read this. It was in my inbox, waiting for me to read, and I just sat down to read it. I have only ever commented on a blog once before, and it was for the Love Flash Mob. I just wanted to tell you that you are an AMAZING soul, G!!! Wow. If we could all be more like you. I will strive for that. Thank you for being you. Thank you for sharing. I love you, and the world loves you.

  3. Omgosh, LOL!! Love it. Way to go, G!

  4. YES!

  5. Glennon, please don’t publish my last comment. Or this one. It’s not worth it. Not all conservatives or “non-left” people are mad raving lunatics. But that’s the press we keep getting. That we are the lunatics that must be managed and loved and hugged by all the caring, wise left people. That is not the case in my opinion. I can see you posting this when it happened because it’s crazy weird and you came out the hero. But re-posting it hammers in those stereotypes.

    • Oh my word, THIS. A million times this. Thank you, Shells, and whether or not your comment stays on or not, you speak truth.

    • Well take a look at what the loudest on ‘your side’ is arguing for and the phrases they’re using. You don’t want to look like lunatics? Then tell all the lunatics to sit down and stop representing the right.

  6. This just slayed me dead. In the good way.
    THIS IS WHY WE’RE HERE!
    I’M SHOUTING NOW! CANT HELP IT!
    Happy Friday, Sisterlady.

  7. Oh Glennon, you always get my brain back on track and I am so thankful for that. I, too, have my negative angry moments because I can’t be “no contact” with the person who has set out to ruin my life because he is my children’s father. You always help me find my peace when anxiety and fear creeps back up. Thank you

  8. Thank you so much for this! When I first started reading, I did not think I would have tears rolling down my cheeks by the end. Just like last week when I listened to Taylor Swift’s “mean” and started balling all over again like I had never heard it before.
    Because the thing is, these mean people, these people who seem filled with hatred and venom, usually have a sad story behind it all. And if we listen to them instead of dismissing them, if we stop putting everyone into a neat little box so that we can keep our tidy little worldview of us vs. them, we will never get that chance to love people like Jesus did. Not the easy people, but the ones who are abrasive and offensive. The ones we like to think we are so much better than. But we’re not! And you made this point so beautifully! Thank you

  9. You are Amazing. I hope if I’m in this situation someday I can be so eloquent and loving. So SO brutiful. XOXOX

  10. I am SO glad that you listened to the Something. I am a chaplain at a hospice, and it is soooooo very hard to listen to the Something when the person in front of you makes your Mitchum stop working (maybe that’s why I have had to move from my organic, all-natural coconut-oil deodorant to Secret Clinical Strength!), and then give love rather than defenses. Thank you for your example. You would be a very good chaplain! (Give me a call if you ever want to work with me at hospice – that is, if you get tired of sitting on your couch watching Springer…!!)

  11. Best lesson I ever learned: Never say “never” and always avoid the word “always”.

  12. It is indeed amazing what being just a little more open to others can bring us!

  13. Your post reminds me of a poem my mom used to say when I was growing up: Children Learn What They Live
    By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

    If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
    If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
    If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
    If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
    If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
    If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
    If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
    If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
    If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
    If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
    If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
    If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
    If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
    If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
    If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
    If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
    If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
    If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
    If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

  14. Glennon,

    I haven’t read many of your posts- my sister loves your… everything… and she tells me that you remind her of me. I started following you on Facebook a few weeks ago and I have loved what I have seen and read, it has spoken to me so deeply.

    I came across this article post and it worked like magic on me. This is the very first post of yours I ever read! When I saw my sister start following you via the creepy stalker function on Facebook I wanted to check you out. It just so happens that this was your post on that day. After reading this the first time I thought you were neat and human, and so so honest. Your writing was like a breath of fresh air.

    Today when I saw this post and realized that it was the same one I read before I remembered the wonderful details about how crass your airplane row buddy was, and how you showered him with grace.

    So now I’ve gone from reading a few blog posts to commenting… and I really don’t do that… so here is what is different.

    I have an awful fear of flying. And small though it may seem, I am battling incredible anxiety at the thought that I have to fly from the west coast to Washington DC next week. NEXT WEEK. I freak out every time I remember that. And the truth is I am more scared because I am flying alone and who knows what creepster I might end up sitting next to for 5 hours. So reading this post calmed me, because it is your story of this day, but it is also a lesson in how to cover a stranger in grace and serve someone else in an uncomfortable situation. After I read this today, a mission was ringing in my ears for the flights I am taking next week. “Sara, look outside of yourself. Look outside of your own body and needs. There is work to be done- great important work.” The work of loving others needs to be done in all sorts of ways and places and when I am so anxious, serving others is the absolute last thing on my mind. But when that thought pressed on my mind I was calm. Peace and silence pressed on my heart and I realized this would be the mantra that I would repeat through the sky next week.

    So, thank you. Thank you for sharing your heart and your struggles. Thank you for your genuine love of people and that heart that hurts for those who have been hurt. It is beauty- brutiful- and so amazing.

    Love,

    Sara

    PS: I’m in. I’ll be reading regularly from now on. :)

  15. Oh. Wow…I just really needed to hear this–especially this week. Thank you for sharing. Reminds me of a post I read from Donald Miller this week, too (What We Can Learn About Relationships From A Hostage Negotiator)….must be a theme I need to hear right now. :)
    More listening. Less defending.
    This is a story I’ll keep in my heart, for sure.

  16. Amazing! This is how I would like myself to handle these situations. Unfortunate I often find the force of other’s convictions overpowering, and I end up just shutting down. So I miss out on the sharing, learning, growing and changing. But in my heart I know we are all God’s creation.

  17. I love this. Thank you for sharing. I aspire to be this open. I don’t know that I could listen to someone spew hate for an entire hour…but what a reward…for both of you.

  18. That is so courageous and loving. I felt so uncomfortable just reading this and Tim’s comments that I almost stopped part way through. I’m glad I didn’t. To just listen and really hear someone else, then to reach out to them and be that vulnerable. It takes my breath away. I aspire to be that strong. Thank you for your example and inspiration.

  19. I’m trying, trying SO HARD to imagine myself in that place and having that kind of patience. I have worked at this for years, my husband working in a field full of “Tim”‘s, and me having to bite my very passionate tongue. I want to be this open. I want to be this wise.

  20. Any update on Tim? How is he? How is his company doing?

  21. Thank you, Glennon. I specialize in the cold shoulder to people I find obnoxious- especially on planes- and Something is always pressing me to not be quite so cold-shouldered. Even writing this I don’t want to change but I have to try. I have to start. Thanks for paving the way, generous sister.

    • Lindsey I was literally going to just write the same thing!!! I always give the cold shoulder to people I find loud or obnoxious. But now I realize how judgey that is and what i could really learn if I was more like Glennon and opened my ears and my heart a little bit more. I’m always learning from G!

  22. YOU ARE SO BRAVE. I hope I can become as courageous are you are. Bawling my head off.

  23. OK, so I’m a pastor and I love your blog. Sunday is Pentecost and I’ve been studying and thinking and pre-writing all day for my sermon, but something was holding me back. I was procrastinating on Facebook and happened on this re-post. Did I mention it’s Pentecost? The day when the Spirit gives the disciples something to say so the world can hear the good news. The day when the Spirit breaks down barriers so that the stuff that divides people like language and politics and history doesn’t get in the way of them understanding each other. The day when the world becomes wider and messier but so much more full of love. Thanks for giving me my sermon. And thank you, Spirit!

  24. G~ quite possibly one of my most favorite of your posts. Thank you for re-posting and for the reminder to listen to the Something….to stay open. Thank you and big hugs and much gratitude!

  25. That was just too Brutiful for words, Glennon you are a saint!

  26. Seriously. Tears in the middle of the day. At work. This touched my heart and gave me hope that there is a middle somewhere that we can all meet.
    Love wins (every time) and you are incredible Glennon.

  27. I love this article. I’m a mod-leftie and whenever I hear anyone go full-swing in any-which-way, I find myself sort of zoning out. My dad is about the sweetest dad you can find but is super rightie and speaks in a way similar to this man above. For such a soft heart his politics are so angry and absolute. I could learn a thing or two from you about listening, Ms.Glennon. I will, at least, try.

    • J – (and G) I have the same situation but it’s with my mom. Loving on her and showing her a way that is less than absolute is a difficult struggle sometimes, but I cannot follow her lead anymore, so it’s a struggle for my own sanity as I love her despite her opinions.

  28. I remember reading this the first (and second) time you posted it. I still love it. Without question it is my very, very favorite thing you have written.

  29. “The wise man is always ready to do good for mankind. This is what we call following the Light.” – Lao-Tzu

  30. Oh my gosh, Glennon. My whole heart. MY WHOLE HEART. I don’t even have the proper words for this. Just the tears. I love this so much. I love you and I love people, even the grouchy ones, and I love grace and understanding and hope and compassion and ALL OF THIS.
    Just agh! I love it so much! I love it.

  31. Up until the last couple paragraphs I was *CONVINCED* you were with one of my uncles. Unless you gave him a pseudonym and then in that case my theory still stands.

    Your writing is so real and I love you for it.

    Thank you for the reminder that we have all gone through different battles. Really.

  32. Ok, I always say this, but this was one of my favorites. Wasn’t there a follow-up about Tim, too? I’d love to read that, again, too. That will also be one of my favorites ;)

    • In Feb 2013 there was this:

      “Post Script: Tim reached out to me and we’ve exchanged emails. He wasn’t sure whether he liked this article or not, but his wife loved it and laughed her way through it. She said she couldn’t believe he told me about their house fire, because he’d never told anyone before. Tim asked for my address so he could send Monkee See -Monkee Do some cash. It was his first donation since the fire. I still send Twitter prayers for Tim daily.”

      • Thank you for going back and finding this to repost.
        I have a soft spot in my heart for him.
        Sending some Twitter prayers/love in Tim’s direction today.

        P.S. I really really hope he can quit smoking – just added “clear lungs” to my prayer.

      • Thank you for reposting the P.S. I missed it last year.

  33. Wow, Glennon. I am amazed at the timing of this showing up in my Facebook feed this morning, because for the half hour before I saw it I was really struggling with this very topic. Struggling. Because the people in my life who demonstrate anger and complaining similar to this man are Christians from the church I grew up in. A steady stream of it. Saying things like “[people who share my political beliefs] shouldn’t breed.” I want to tell them if that makes me feel bad, what kind of message is that sending to the rest of the world about Jesus? Why can’t we just try to understand people. And then I realize I need to also give that understanding and grace to the people BEING angry, and I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. It makes me sad. It makes me sad that Christians make other people feel that way. It makes me sad that Christians (and other people, too) are so trapped by their anger.

  34. Boom. This perspective, this right here, is the reason I read Momastery.

    We are a bunch of proverbial blind men with our hands on different parts of the elephant, all insisting that our perspective is THE right one. Not “a” right one, the ONLY right one, and everyone else is wrong. “It’s a tree,” (legs) “No, it’s a snake,” (trunk), “No, it’s a wall,” (side).

    We never grasp how limited our perspectives are, how handicapped we are locked inside them, and how vital important the “disagreements” are, because it’s the only way we get to grow our minds around the REST of the elephant. That other guy’s perspective, when we disagree, is of tremendous value to me. Because he has a piece of Real Truth I *cannot* get on my own. I can only get it from listening to him.

    Our world has a lot big problems that need solving, but if I ever catch myself thinking “the solution to this is simple,” I realize I haven’t listened nearly enough. It looks simple when I’m only acknowledging one side of the issue. I need to do more digging, more investigating, more listening. If we could do that, I honestly believe we could solve anything.

  35. When we Do Hard Things, Great Things Happen!
    You are truly inspirational, Glennon. Thank you.

  36. This made my day. You are an incredible writer. My 90 year old Busia lives with me… I gave her your book. SHE READ IT IN ONE DAY. She said she felt like you were sitting next to her sharing your story. She was sad when it ended. This airplane story will change people to listen more. Your patience changed him. You are incredible.

  37. I am so glad God put you in the seat next to him. :-)

  38. Dang, lightning bolt to my heart. This is a game changer for me. I’ve been struggling with how to converse with people whose views are so very different from my own. Especially since I don’t like conflict. This brings me hope it can be done, and with style and so much grace. Thank you for sharing this mind-blowing experience.

  39. I really really wish you had his contact info because I’d like to send HIM a card. Just a reminder that not all rows are that tough to hoe.

  40. Thank you for taking the time to share your experience. The hardest part of those moments is remaining open for sure. Don’t particularly care for the signature, but love your story. May God continue to use you to reach people such as this.

  41. I loved this. What an experience!

  42. And the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day!

  43. Wow. Wow! Brought tears to my eyes. This is so beautiful. I hope to spread love with such openness and courage. Tim is a strong, hard-working man, and I know that awesome things are going to happen for him!

  44. I think my favorite part was that this conversation happens with Chase right there. No asking to tone down the language or the generalizations, just listening, with him right there listening too.

    • That’s exactly what I was thinking too. What a wonderful lesson you gave Chase! You are just the best.

    • My favorite part is that they both learned from each other. I love that Glennon refers to him as “her teacher,” quietly let him rant for a good hour, and controlled her impulse to shout him down.

      Listening and learning…being willing to give this currency first is the only way to get any in return.

      <3

  45. Wonderful! The best way to talk him down was to be silent and listen…not an easy thing to do. Love wins again.

  46. Love wins again.

  47. that was long. I knew there’d be a payoff….then the signature? best part of the piece. LOL. I have softened a conservative. It can be done.

    • Not all conservatives are hard. You don’t have to be a liberal to have compassion and believe that love wins.

      • Jenn, totally agree. :)

      • “Then I asked if he’d do me a favor. I told him that I’d keep his story in my head and heart if he’d consider changing one teeny part of the way he spoke. The alls. The mosts. I told him the generalizations were killing me. All the poor, Most of the non-profits, all the democrats, every single liberal.”

        I am 100% certain this statement applies to conservatives, too. There are lots of conservatives with huge hearts. ;-)

      • Oh yeah. Any personality could hold any sort of ideals or politics. Lots of grumpy folks on either side who don’t see people as individuals. I’d take the compassionate person on either side over someone who doesn’t see real humanity.

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