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Date: 22 June 2004 10:49:55
I picked up a fairy Saturday.
No, not a real one. And I went nowhere near Bourbon Street.
I have a Secret Sister. Some churchladies get together and draw names and spend three months secretly dropping little cards or inexpensive gifts, anonymously, to their friend.
Mine likes cats. And collects faries.
So I spend some productive time at the 99-cent store periodically. The items there, the little figurines etc., are made in China mostly. Though an Indian guy owns the store.
The cross-cultural tides are interesting.
Sometimes you can't tell if a little figure is a fairy or an angel or a little girl with flowers in her hair.
Anything with script on it generally has misspellings. Sometimes I think the folks who design the things don't have English as a second language... maybe more like a fourth.
I would love to see a manly angel once in a while. Heck, even Michael squishing Satan --- of that I have seen a porcelain figurine in a Catholic religious shop, and a painting in my favorite coffee shop/Net cafe --- is usually a very girly feminine figure.
Somehow, I don't think an angel in human guise, as appeared to the Bible people, would have had to say "Fear Not" all the time, if he/she/it looked like a delicate little fairy. And a mascara'd one at that. Talk about Bourbon Street...
Anyway... I guess what I started out to say is this:
Go pick up a fairy. That is, find someone who needs a lift, or pick out someone you don't know well at church or at work, and leave them a sweet anonymous inexpensive gift. Or a funny greeting card. Something like that. Compliment them.
Once the Spousal Unit knew a lady in the church was having a hard time financially, and wanted to do something for her. He knew she wouldn't feel good about him just handing her money. So, he waited until a church assembly-- and he snuck out during services. He filled a big fuel can with several gallons of gasoline, and he poured it into her truck's tank. Then he snuck back inside before we even missed him.
First, that was as true a worship as anything we had going on inside, praying and singing and so on. As in the book of James, God's religion is visiting (seeing to, helping) orphans and widows in their affliction, and keeping oneself unspotted from the world.
Second, he did it anonymously, not letting his left hand know what his right was doing, to paraphrase from the Gospels.
Well, he intended anonymity. I dunno how successful he was, coming back in smelling of gasoline. It was obvious he hadn't just stepped out to go to the bathroom. But his heart was right.
Be friendly, though, with your card or gift, not creepy! You don't want your little whatnot dusted for prints. You don't want cops on your doorstep tomorrow checking you out for serial killer tendencies.
If you do it right -- with a light hand -- and if you keep your identity a deep dark secret -- you will be shocked at what a pick-me-up it will be for both you and your... "victim"? "Target"?
Sheesh. If I keep touting what to do with your "target", the cops will be on MY doorstep.