Just fyi.....if anything comes up on my blog that keeps you from reading it, something you cannot X off from, do NOT give any charge account info or anything to the number given. Someone received that message and was scammed! If you see that, please let me know. Thanks!

Five Below in Newtown is Closing This Week~

I’ve worked at my Five Below store for almost five years now.  Wow, time flies!!   

Thinking back to my earliest days at the Newtown store, when I thought it was a temporary position until I found a “real job” again; until now, when it has become a job I truly enjoy, the transformation in my thinking amazes me.  Life is weird that way I guess.  It brings you to a spot you never planned or expected and then you find it just might be the perfect place ~ a place you were meant to be.

Since I started working at the Five Below store in Newtown, I have had the pleasure of working with some amazing, hard-working, intelligent, thoughtful people.  From my first Manager, Lisa, who brought me in for the holidays as we were long time friends, to other managers from Richie, Megan, Kim, Brittany and John, my present Manager, I can’t begin to properly extol the virtues of these highly skilled people.  I know a lot of people don't think very highly of retail workers, but let me tell you, the talent, intelligence, hard work and personalities of each of these managers is at least as comparable as any of the very highly respected and well paid CEO’s and CFO’s of some of the other companies I have worked for previously.  They may not be given the high salaries and cushy comforts of those other positions, but they surely display the same insight and business acumen.

Managers at a retail store HAVE to be there.  They have to deal with and diffuse issues from difficult customers and irresponsible workers (not me of course.....haha) to finances, store maintenance issues, vender problems, staffing, and a myriad of other daily situations.  It amazes me the widespread and highly under appreciated talents these dedicated men and women utilize every single day.  While doing all of these tasks, they simultaneously have to schedule the store to run well with the hours allotted, they have to get shipment done, keep the store looking great, and make sure everyone is functioning in such a way as to give the store a glowing reputation.  They work long, long hours, weekends, nights, holidays…and through all of this, I have yet to work with a Manager at Five Below that didn’t excel at every aspect!  I don’t know if the hiring process is just that great or if Five Below just lucks out, but I have been honored and privileged to work with each and every Manager.

But, now, my store and my store alone, is closing due to circumstances surrounding the shopping center.  It is so sad.  Our customers have become true friends and they each come in with a story of how much they are going to miss us.  I know so many of them now ~ it’s such a warm, friendly relationship!  We greet each other with a cheery hello as through the years I have shared preparing for birthday parties, holidays, school starting, school ending…with them and their children!  I have watched their children grow from babies to now starting kindergarten!  They know I will go out of my way to help them and share a laugh and I know they will be happier when they shop with us than if they would go to some other big box store where they do not know or have any relationship with the sales associates.  Five Below truly appreciates their customers and they encourage their employees to show that appreciation.  I am proud to work for an organization that does this, it makes my day feel worthwhile and it allows me to be the helpful, kind lady at the store they all love so much.

I am truly emotional when I think about my last day at the store this Friday.  I have had the privilege of hugging many customers goodbye and they have promised to come see me and shop at my new store, the Five Below in Feasterville.  I am excited to be reunited with one of my previous managers, a true friend, a great worker and loving, wonderful woman, Megan.  It is the knowledge that I will be with her again that makes this whole experience that much better.  But, leaving my store (and I do consider it my store), leaving the customers, but mostly leaving the staff that has functioned as a close family, from Shane and Kayla, to Lisa and John…we have helped each other, laughed together, struggled together, boosted each other, and trusted in each other for quite some time now, leaving will be so hard.  We are a crazy, working family of sorts….I will miss each and every one of them.  I am glad everyone will remain employed with Five Below, they have not let any of us go, and because of that we will still be in touch.  I am very confident of that fact.

I suppose I am a very lucky lady as I have always found myself surrounded by caring, loving, wonderful people at work.  People who have become and remained enduring friends at each of my work experiences through the years.  I never expected that to be a benefit of working “outside the home” but it truly is one of the best.  I am grateful beyond my wildest dreams for the relationships I have built throughout my working life…from real estate, to Verispan, to Cognetx and now at Five Below.  I have learned so much from each and every company, from each and every person. 

Life changes all the time.  As I go to a new store, with many new co-workers and a new customer base, I will take with me all I have learned from each and every position I have held.  I will remember that even though retail workers are given little respect from many outside of retail, we know how hard we work and how varied the tasks are that fill our day and we respect and honor each other.

I hope Feasterville knows how lucky I feel to have landed with them.  I hope Megan knows how thankful I am that she has taken me as part of her staff.  I hope Five Below continues to grow and prosper as a company because they truly offer something special to every community they join; reasonable prices for necessary items, a staff that values their customers, and lots of fun.

Goodbye to Five Below in Newtown, to the store, to my fellow employees, and to the exceptional customers.  Thank you for the past five years.  It’s been so very great!  I've loved being part of the Five Below Newtown experience!!

Will This Winter Ever End?

The wind is blowing through my hair

The sky is dark, the trees are bare

The ice is crunching under my feet

The cars are skidding down the street.

Yes, winter’s here, seems like forever

My soul cries out for nicer weather!

So tired of worrying about the drive.

Just strive to stay alive past five!

The chill goes through, right to the bone ~

All things fun have been postponed

The ice is scraped from the windshield

Aha, clear glass is just revealed!

I start my car and as it warms

I turn on the weather ~ Oh no!! More storms!!

They’re heading straight for us again!!

Not sure how much or just quite when…

If I shut the news will it not be so?

My brain cries out, please, no more snow!!

But snow will come, with sleet and rain

Jeez, winter is a royal pain.

But, like everything it soon will pass

I can’t wait to once again see grass!

To not be cold, to sit outside

Visit the beach and watch the tide

Yes, spring will be here very soon

So no more doom and no more gloom

We’ll ride this out, stay safe for sure

Pretty soon we’ll smell the spring’s manure!!

And as we sit and try to chat

We’ll sniff and say, Yuck, what is that?

We’ll each make a strong, elaborate plea

Being sure to state, “It wasn’t me!”

The smell of spring will waft around

We’ll plant and fertilize the ground

The birds will sing, the bees will buzz

My hair will frizz, all full of fuzz

Just wait, and soon the sun will shine

Staying out until almost 9!

Yes, all things pass, so winter must

On that there’ll be no breach of trust!

An Orange Butterfly

Next month will be five years since I lost my Dad.  In some respects the time seems forever while in other respects, the memories of his last two weeks here, with us, are so very vivid, that I feel as though I lost him yesterday.

My Dad was absolutely central to who I am and what I value.  He was not only my rock, my security, he was my booster and my role model for the type of person I want to be.  He was funny and kind while smart and quick thinking.  He was the life of any party.  He was always trying to look his best, had a proper amount of self respect (without conceit) along with an enormous amount of respect for those around him.  He loved my Mom with all his heart and always told her how beautiful and terrific she was.  He loved my brothers and I and our families completely.  He was filled with pride over our triumphs and heartbroken over our heartaches.   He always made me proud.

After he passed, a friend told me that when I see an orange butterfly, my Dad was especially near.  Over the last five years I have been amazed at the appearance of orange butterflies at times when I either felt the need for my Dad especially strong or when speaking of him.  This was never more prevalent than two weeks ago when my husband and I took a trip to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.  We were there to attend the wedding of beautiful friends.  We shared much of the vacation with one of my friends and her husband, (she appreciates her privacy, and I respect that quality, so I will not give her name).  I have known this friend since Kindergarten, which happens to be not only a few years ago but actually a few decades ago.  My friend lost her Dad a year ago from the Saturday we were away: so the timing of this journey was especially heart wrenching for her.  She, similarly to myself, was extremely close to her Dad and feels his loss intensely.  

Naturally, there were many, many times over the 6 days we were together that we talked of our fathers.  There were some memories over which we smiled and others that brought sweet tears to flow.   There were some memories we shared of each others Dads that brought laughter.  The miraculous thing was that almost every single time we spoke, an orange butterfly would flutter around us.  I can hear her say, “Shar, there’s an orange butterfly!!”  Was this just a coincidence? …. Maybe…. But, quite honestly, whether it was or it wasn’t it doesn’t really make any difference.   Whether it really was my Dad’s spirit or just a feeling of love and support from thinking of my Dad and feeling his presence…there is no difference.  Either way, the loving, supportive, strength of character was with me.  There was even a woman selling handmade items by the pool who had at least twenty ladies beach covers for sale.  All were random designs in various colors, but then there was one unique one, a beautiful orange butterfly gracefully flowing on the front. (Naturally I bought that one for my daughter).

Being in Cabo San Lucas was fun and wonderful.  Sharing the joy of my friend’s wedding was touching and heart-warming.   Looking back on the trip my husband and I shared with friends, I had a truly wonderful time.  Although I did feel a bit anxious traveling so far away from my children, (even knowing they are grown and more than capable)…it was just a “me thing”.  But, seeing the orange butterfly, it always appearing and being close by when needed, reminded me of qualities my Dad provided when he was physically here, making me feel stronger, capable and safer. 

I am one very lucky woman to have had the father I had.  When I think of him, which is so very often, and I feel him in my soul, I feel his love.  Just as he always tried to make things okay for me while he was here, I believe he is still trying to do that.  I hear him in things I say, I feel him in my heart, and I know his love is as close as ever.  I am so thankful to have been my Daddy’s little girl.  I am so thankful for the orange butterflies and all the feelings, even the melancholy ones, they bring to the front.  I miss my Dad every day, but knowing I carry him in my heart, and project his spirit to those around me, I am given wings.

A Letter to My Daughter

So many thoughts and feelings are running through my mind and heart, as we get ever closer to your wedding day.  I know I am normally an emotional woman who wears her heart on her sleeve; I can rarely, if ever, hide how I feel.  If I thought I was going to be able to conceal my emotions at this time, wow, was I mistaken.  They bubble up at the strangest times…in the shower, at the register at Five Below, even in my dreams…

The one thing I know for sure, I am absolutely unable to change that part of me.  When I try to ignore the emotions I feel, they just bust through like that proverbial bull in a china shop.  Because of this, I am going to lay my thoughts out here and hope that once they are written, I can be as normal as I ever am.  (Which is no where near normal)

My daughter, in less than a month, will be a bride.  It’s amazing to me, when I look back over the years how quickly they have flown.  It sounds so trite, but it is so true.  Lauren, I remember Dr. Landsberg saying, “10:46, it’s a girl”, like it was yesterday.  Labor, when Pop came in to say he loved me, listening to the Monday morning traffic as it whizzed by my hospital room, all those memories…how can they be from so long ago when I barely remember what I did last week?  My little girl, with the bonnets, to my best friend; you understand me sometimes better than I understand myself (and vice versa).  Since the day you were born, I thank G-d for you and Michael, every single day.  (I really do)

I don’t know why your getting married is so extra emotional?  You already live with your Sweetheart, the love of your life.  And, may I add at this point, that you made a perfect choice.  A little aside to Alex here….as a Mom, I couldn’t have chosen a better husband for Lauren.  I am so thankful, so totally proud and thrilled to welcome you as my newest son.  I love you and hope you know that I am honored to be your mother-in-law.  I hope to not fit into the stereotypical mother-in-law role.  Just know that even though I may be a pain sometimes…and I am certain those times will come…that’s just me being a Mom ~ but always know, I love you.  And always, just be you because it is your love, caring and thoughtfulness that has brought a light to Lauren’s eyes that fills my heart with joy.

Okay, now back to why I feel so extra emotional…I look at you, Lauren, and I see such an amazing woman!  You are smart, you are thoughtful, you are caring, you are funny and you have such a good heart.  And now, you will be a married woman!  Something about that is so deep.  I suppose because Daddy and I have shared so much ~ good times, hard times, happy times, and sad times, but always coming through together.  I see the life and the history that we have made so far and see you and Alex beginning that journey and I realize that you and he together will now truly begin your new, married path.  Even though your history started years ago, now is a new, different kind of start.  You will be husband and wife, and that public, legal commitment does change things.  I don’t know why it does, but it does. 

Our times together, our talks are always without reservation.  I don’t have to hold anything back when I talk to you.  You know my heart and you feel my thoughts.  You always know me and I always know you.  Although that won’t ever change, I want to tell you (even though I know you already know) that you now have a primary responsibility to Alex.  That’s the way it should be and that is the way I want it to be for both of you.  I know that shift happened a long time ago, as it should have, but it is the formality of your wedding day that brings that shift to the forefront. 

I am just so totally thankful that Alex is the man he is.  Aside from the big things he does to make you happy, like up-rooting his job and his home in NY to move to PA; it is the little things I observe like going out of his way to get you a dessert you mentioned you found interesting, bringing you flowers “just like this”, or saving his not spicy tortilla chips so you can soothe your mouth after hot soup…. all without your asking.  It is those actions that fill my heart with more happiness than I can say for I know that you will always have someone by your side that puts you first.  But that only works when you put him first.  And that is what will make your lives together a strong, beautiful, life-long love.

You are my daughter, and that fact fills my heart with a love and pride that only grows stronger and deeper with every second.  From the first time I held you I dreamed of all your milestones.  Well, your wedding day is probably one of the biggest.  Just know that Daddy and I will always be here for you and Alex.   Whatever you both dream, we dream for you.  Whatever you both hope, we hope, too.  Whatever we can do to help or make your path easier, we are here to do so.

You are my precious Lauren.  Thank you for being the most amazing, the most terrific, the most caring and the most perfect daughter.  You have always filled my heart with love and now I look forward to added love with Alex.  I look forward to sharing more milestones as you and Alex thrive together.

Be happy Baby.  Always remember to put Alex first, right up there with you.  Everything and everyone else is after that.  I love you both always.

Me? Thinking clearly?

I was just watching a bit of The Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson.  I haven’t watched his show for a while and I truly forgot how much I enjoy his offbeat humor.  He is hysterical.  Anyway, in the opening segment of his show he reads tweets from viewers and answers their questions, very tongue in cheek.  One viewer wrote in to say they were getting married on Craig’s birthday and going to Scotland, (where Craig is from), for their honeymoon.  The viewer asked Craig for any advice he could give them.  He looked in the camera, tilted his head and with a wry smile answered, “Bring a hat!”

His answer made me laugh!  Bring a hat!  Sensible, but totally unexpected!  The clarity of his suggestion was stunning, and because of that, really funny!  Sometimes, my brain makes things so complicated, swirling ideas in my head that bump into other ideas, which cause me to go off in a totally different direction!  This, wear a hat idea, was so direct, so simple, it was perfection!

Two examples of this direct simplicity have appeared in my life recently and they both caused me see things with so much clarity it was calming!  Sometimes, my weird brain turns simple things into complex situations.  By clearing away the unnecessary debris and confusing side complications and then looking directly at the heart of the situation, things make so much more sense!  

I’m sure I have mentioned that Lauren, my precious daughter, is planning to be married this June.  Preparations have been ongoing for a year but are in ‘full speed ahead’ action now and the excitement and activities are building.  It is a fun, beautiful time and it is wonderful to know that she found the love of her life!   It is also wonderful that my husband and I love, admire and appreciate all the beautiful qualities of our son-in-law to be!!  He not only makes our daughter smile with her whole heart, he is a truly good, smart, caring, thoughtful man.  The love and joy he brings her makes our hearts full and we are so proud and so happy to welcome him into our family.

All this brings me to a situation that happened a few weeks ago.  While searching for a shirt to go with his tux, my husband, Dave, and future son-in-law, Alex went into Nordstrom’s.  My husband automatically went to the clearance rack where he found two shirts, one a bit too small and one a bit too big.  With sincerity, he asked Alex which of the two he should buy.  Alex heard him then easily and clearly stated, “Buy the one that fits”.  Wow.  With one sentence he cleared away confusion and showed Dave and I just how simple it was to do things the right way!  Why make a decision between two wrong choices when, if we just open our eyes, a right option is right in front of us!  Sure enough, not on the clearance rack, but about the same price, a shirt in the right size was sitting right there, just waiting to be purchased.  Alex’s answer was simple, it was perfect, it held no complications, and because of that, the solution was right in front of us.  All we had to do was clear away the unnecessary of what we didn’t need to find what we did.

The same straightforward clarity was brought to my attention at work.  I know I’ve stated before that I now, after years of all different experiences, work retail.  Well, in the course of my present position I am required to obtain emails from our customers.  After each transaction, I would previously ask, “would you like to give an email”, at which time most everyone said, “no”.  My email captures were low even though I truly did ask everyone. 

One day, our District Manager, Craig, was visiting our store.  Unlike Mike, our previous District Manager, when Craig visits it is productive, nice and helpful.  We look forward to his visits now, instead of dreading them with Mike, as we are now helped by his insights.  He brings clarity. 

Our company is stressing the importance of emails, as they are helpful in keeping our customers aware of our sales.  This knowledge is truly helpful to them as, if they think with simplicity; they do want to know what’s coming up because their children want what we have before we sell out!  Our customers’ knowing when our stock includes what they are looking for really is helpful to them!  However, at the check out all they can think about is that their in-box is full and it causes havoc.  Because of this our store’s email captures weren’t great and quite honestly I felt a lot of pressure for our low numbers since I probably handle more weekly transactions than any one individual.  Craig suggested, without lecturing and without blame, just with a smile, that I be simple.  Don’t ask for the email, just say, ‘email????’.  Simple, direct, to the point…and you know what?  It works!  Now everyone in our store does this and we were number 1 in email captures last week!  Amazing the turnaround that came out of such a clear, simple direction! 

Now, how to translate this into all aspects of day-to-day living?  Life is so complicated; there is so much to do and so many considerations to keep in mind each and every step of the way!  When thoughts jumble regarding all the obligations we have with people we love, people we work with, our time and our money constraints ~ it can all be so nerve-wrecking!  How to simplify?  How can we think clearly and cut through all the unnecessary?  How do we keep things on track and give everything the needed attention in its own time?

Simply being in this moment is so helpful.  Taking things one moment at a time, clearing away the debris that enters your head when thinking too far in the future.

I know I have to stop and think in the moment.  What do I need to get accomplished today, then break that down to what needs to be done this morning, this afternoon, this evening?  I know I have to prioritize, and sometimes I feel overwhelmed because EVERYTHING seems of such vital importance!  But, all it really takes is to de-clutter.  Just like I am trying to get better at throwing things away that are no longer relevant, I have to keep remembering to throw thoughts away that are no longer relevant.

Just like not looking at shirts in the wrong size and expecting that wrong size to somehow be right…or not making a request for emails so much more complicated than it is, looking at what is in front of me right now helps clear away the myriad of plans and activities that jumble in my head when I think of all that is coming up.  The jumble that keeps me from seeing clearly and accomplishing what needs to be accomplished! 

So, make things simple.  Clear away the unnecessary and get to the heart of the issue, and, never forget to laugh at the simplicity of life.  Like Craig Ferguson says, it comes down to when traveling where it rains,  “bring a hat”.

I Never Learned the Song

In my mind's eye, I can imagine my Great-Grandmother, although I never met her as she lived in the mid to late 1800’s in Russia.  Although my Great-Grandfather had good profession, a tailor, it must have been a very difficult life.  As a Jewish family there were extra hardships that they endured besides the reality that life itself was not easy.

My Dad often told me a story about a song my Great-Grandmother made up, a lullaby, that she would sing to her children at night when she put them to bed.  It was a song he knew well from his father…. also a man that I don’t remember as he passed away when I was two years old. 

This special song was sung in Yiddish, the language my father’s family mostly used when communicating. Whenever I would ask, my Dad, who had a really lovely voice, would sing the song to me, translating the words afterward.  Sadly, I never learned the song well enough to sing it myself.  (Not that my singing holds any talent)  The song, my Dad used to tell me, expressed the love of my Great-Grandmother for her children.  It softly conveyed how she wished them good health and strength.  The song went on to say how her love would be with them always and that she would keep them safe with everything she had in her.  All of her children had the memory of this song deep in their hearts forever.

Many years later, my Grandfather left Russia for a better life in “The Land of Opportunity”, America.  My Grandfather had fallen in love with my Grandmother, a woman who worked in the tailor shop of my Great-Grandfather.  Because of their love, he was forced out of the business.  In those days, status was held in very high importance and my Great Grandfather did not approve of my Grandfather marrying someone from what he considered to be a “lower” status.  My Great Grandfather as a sign of his disapproval blacklisted my Grandfather and my Grandmother from working in the tailoring business, the only business they knew.  Since they were unable to find work; they were forced to leave their home.

My Grandfather came to the United States first and opened his own tailor/manufacturing shop in Philadelphia.  He became a “Yankee Doodle Dandy”.  From everything I have learned of my Grandfather, he was a character.   He loved having the biggest, newest car on the block; he adored his children, and loved life in America.  I wish I could have known him.  I am sure that a lot of my Dad’s vivaciousness and warmth came from him.  The one thing my Grandfather perpetuated from his younger days, however, was the lullaby his mother sang to him.  My Dad told me that he sang the lullaby to him, his brother and sister and that when he did, he would have a wistful look, as if he was channeling his own mother.

When WWII broke out, my Grandfather still had family in Europe.  His nephew, Saul, unbeknownst to my Grandfather, was taken to a Concentration camp with his wife and daughters.  My father served in the army in WWII, but he never mentioned whether or not he realized that close family was being held in the Nazi camps.  Of course, being Jewish, there was a feeling of family in general, but of close relatives, I don't know if my Dad knew of them.

As it turned out, Saul suffered unimaginable loss in the camp.  His wife and daughters were slaughtered in front of him, but somehow, he managed to survive.  After the war, he knew he had an Uncle who lived on the east coast, somewhere, in the United States of America.  He found the means to make it here and started his quest to find his Uncle Joseph.

In those days, telephones weren’t in every home…they were in candy stores or other stores down the block.  Children would earn a penny running to someone’s house to tell them they had a phone call.  Saul took any job he could find as he searched for my Grandfather.  He worked his way along the East Coast calling every Joseph Snyder along his way.  He searched and searched as he took various jobs, moving from area to area.  He had learned the importance of family and needed to belong to one once again.

Finally, unfortunately I never learned how long it took him; Saul called the right Joseph Snyder.  Now, my Grandfather had “made-it” by his standards.  He had a successful manufacturing shop and felt like a wealthy man.  He didn’t know of any nephew that he had, let alone one that had been forced to suffer such horror as Saul did in the Nazi Concentration Camps.  (I remember seeing the numbers on Saul's arm, the "branding" of the concentration camp was with him his entire life.)  When my Grandfather was told there was a call for him from someone claiming to be his nephew, he was skeptical, to say the least.

Thankfully, my Grandfather took the phone call.  Saul must have told him all the names of his family in Russia, many of whom my Grandfather knew and many he had never known.  My Grandfather thought this could be some type of swindle…. he wanted proof, somehow some proof, that Saul was indeed his nephew.

It was then that Saul said, "I know something no one but Mishbukha,(family) would know, something that can make you feel sure I am who I say I am."  With that said, he started singing the lullaby that my Great-Grandmother had made up so many, many years ago in such a different world.  After hearing the first few lines of the song, my Grandfather joined in and together they finished the well loved lullaby.  He knew, from that miracle of a song, that Saul was his nephew and Saul was welcomed into the family from that day forward.

Before my Dad passed, I wish I would have learned to sing that oh so special lullaby. I can hear my Father’s voice, gentle, loving, but I don’t remember any of the words because it was more of a melody to me as the Yiddish was something I never learned.  My Dad’s sister, my Aunt Elsie, also knew the song and during one visit to her at her home on the bay, she sang it to me and my husband…. getting that same look in her eye that my Dad did.  They must have heard their father’s voice in their heads, as he heard his mother’s voice in his.  But, they learned the song and kept it going. 

Writing this blog is my way of keeping that very special song alive.  I may not know the words, but I understand the emotion of my Great-Grandmother ~ wanting to keep your children safe…and look how that song ended up keeping her grandson safe in some way in the end ~ helping him find his Uncle. 

I will always regret not learning the lullaby, and there is no way I could ever learn it now as everyone who sang it is gone.  Always take the time to learn from those you love while they are with you.  I will always wish I had learned to sing my Great-Grandmother’s song ~ I hope this blog honors her and in some way keeps her song, and her love, alive.

  

There is no war on Christmas ~ But there is the Massacre of Thanksgiving!!

As someone who works in the retail business, in a store where Christmas music has been playing for three weeks already, (and it is still two weeks before Thanksgiving) I can guarantee you there is no war on Christmas!  We have an entire half of our store completely outfitted with everything for the Christmas holiday, (we have one tiny end cap for Chanukah, too~).  The carols are playing, we are collecting “Toys for Tots” and our customers are busy buying everything from little stocking stuffers to multiple Christmas presents.  But, are there decorative turkeys, autumn leaf placemats, one pumpkin, nut, or fall decoration for sale for Thanksgiving which is next week ~ unfortunately, no.

For those in the media and the right-wing lunatics who every year proclaim to be battling a non-existent war on Christmas….what have you been doing while Thanksgiving has been completely massacred?  Why are you so upset when someone says “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”?  There is SEPARATION of Church and State in the United States of America and not everyone who stands for the Pledge of Allegiance or fights for our country is Christian!  But, EVERY American should have the day to celebrate Thanksgiving and our pride in our country!!

Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday.  Although the pilgrims certainly weren’t good guys…. the thought behind the holiday as it is now, giving thanks, is truly beautiful.  The smell of the turkey cooking, the anticipation of the family being together with the knowledge that we COULD be together because EACH of us had the day off, was so special!!  To have one day, one  special day to share with family and friends ~ to enjoy a lovingly prepared meal and be thankful for all we have….THAT is a beautiful gift.  But today, as with so much of what we see and hear, it seems greed has become THE strongest American virtue.  Making a profit trumps all things.  This is the worst kind of greed because it is not the greedy themselves who are forced to leave their families and go to work on this one day that used to be sacrosanct, instead it is the lowest paid of all who have to give up their holiday so those greedy CEO’s and stock market investors can lounge at home with their families while squeezing every possible penny out of  the Christmas holiday which they claim to revere and honor. 

The workers of Walmart, K-mart and Target have no choice but to lose their jobs if they elect not to work on Thanksgiving.  It’s an “all hands on deck” attitude…well, unless you work for the corporate office that is…...  These low level clerks don’t get that one day to enjoy dinner with their family as they used to back before greed became an honored trait.  Thanksgiving used to be a special day, a unique day in that almost EVERYONE had the day off,  except for essential life and death workers.  Stores were all closed.  Now, on this Thanksgiving, thousands of minimum wage workers will be standing behind the counter at your local Walmart, so you may purchase a gift that could absolutely wait until the next day.  It’s bad enough that some of us have to be at work at ridiculously early hours for Black Friday, that stores need to open at 4 or 5 AM to suck every dollar out of that made-up shopping holiday, but, okay, that’s part of the deal.  However, being forced to give up Thanksgiving itself? That’s shameful.  And, it’s shameful not only for the workers but for the others on such tight budgets that they absolutely need to go shopping on Thanksgiving to get the sale that they need to afford Christmas!  If the sale was the next day….they could stay home with their families, too!

To those “patriotic” right-wing warriors fighting a non-existent war on Christmas, yet they haven’t even mentioned the destruction of our truly American holiday of Thanksgiving, you are hypocrites!  Imagine if workers were forced to work on Christmas day?  The horror!!  Yet so many of us would work on that day voluntarily as it has no special meaning to us ~ believe it or not! Yet ALL of us, as Americans, should have one day to come together and give thanks for all the good, all the love, all the compassion and joy that we hold so dear.  Why not fight for that?  What is needed more in this country now than a day to come together as Americans, not Republicans, Democrats, Christians, NRA members, etc?  Where is the outrage at the destruction of our National Holiday of thanks?  Why doesn’t Sarah Palin write a book (.....well, put her name on a book written by someone else) on that?

Thanksgiving wasn't even given the respect of a war; it was simply decimated with no cry, no outrage, and no thought.  The humungous flag of greed waves triumphantly in the Autumn wind, with no books, no articles, no fight, we have all simply surrendered.

Thanksgiving is a warm, beautifully conceptualized holiday with meaning for every American.  We truly do have so much to be thankful for, from our freedom to push the ridiculous war on Christmas, to our more worthy desire to help and support our fellow Americans and our fellow friends around the globe.  Whether in times of special need or just day to day kindness, we are here for each other.  I am proud and grateful for those IN our government who are trying their best to do well for all of us….even those who fight so vehemently against them out of misinformation, fear and hate. 

But most of all, Thanksgiving is beautiful because it is still a day to be celebrated with respect for what we stand for as Americans.  I would hate to believe that what we now stand for is quarterly profits above all else. Thanksgiving should be a day to spend with those we love and care about, a day to appreciate all the beauty and meaning of our lives; could there be anything more important?  Can't that sale wait one more day?

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  I hope you have the day to enjoy and cherish your family and friends.  I know I am very thankful that my company is closed for the holiday, even though we are retail.  To the owners of my company, I say thank you. To my family and friends, you know I love you and I look forward to sharing the holiday weekend.  I am so thankful and so honored to have the day to appreciate life as an American and I hope to bring that gratitude to every day throughout the year.  That should be something we should all fight for ~ let’s not let this be Thanksgiving’s last stand, Thanksgiving is so much more than the kick-off of the holiday season.

Enjoy!

The Only Way Love Works is By Giving It

You can’t bank it.  You can’t hold onto it and save it for a rainy day.  In reality, there is no need because it is an infinite resource, refillable only when offered.

Where I work, we are collecting for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital this month.  It is a wonderful charity.  Although it’s beyond tragic when a child is ill, it is almost unimaginable that in a wealthy country such as the United States, (Yes, we are still wealthy), it is sickening that some families struggling with a seriously ill child also have to worry about paying for their care.  But that’s another subject.

Back at the store, we began collecting for this wonderful charity on October 1.  No store in our chain of stores collected before that date.  Our store manager was taking care of our very first customer on that very first day and he asked if she would like to donate to St. Jude’s.  She looked right at us and started to complain that she has been giving in every one of our stores for the past two weeks and that she is tapped out.  Now, we both instantly knew she was a liar.  She couldn’t have given in our store or any other one of our locations.  But, we smiled our polite smiles, gave her the change she was owed and she walked out.   Although we both knew the woman was lying, my Manager and I looked at each other and we felt sorry for her, instantly sorry.  She looked so miserable, so unhappy.

Now, it is October 17 and I have to say most customers are more than happy to donate a dollar, some, even up to $5 or $10.  They smile, they talk of how thankful they are that their children are healthy or how they have gone through a tragic loss of their own.  Or, they don’t say anything but their eyes are happy as they fill out the gratitude card (which is what I call it) with a name of a particular loved one.

This started me thinking.  Why is it that those who give seem so much happier than those who refuse?  I have been mulling this over in my mind since the collection began and have come to the realization that it is love.  People who are filled with love want to give it.  Giving makes them happy and refills the love in their heart instantly, and that love is reflected in their eyes.  Giving a dollar, or even $5 in the community where I live is not a hardship for most customers.  But it is particularly exciting when I ask a teenager, who I think is going to turn me down, give. 

There was one teenager that truly stands out in my mind.  He walked up to the register with his backpack loaded, heavy and he was buying an energy drink.  It was a particularly warm day in October and he looked over-heated.  The energy drink he wanted cost about $2.  I rang him up and asked if he would like to donate to St. Jude’s.  He looked in his wallet and only had the money needed for his energy drink.  But, he didn’t say no.  He asked if I could stop the sale, which I did.  He then put the drink back and took at 50-cent water instead.  The difference, he donated.  I told him what a wonderful person he was and he told me that it was selfish.  The water was healthier AND he could help someone else.  His eyes were smiling.

There are such good people in this world.

This brings me back to love; love for our fellow human beings, whether we know them or not. 

Last night, I was watching a talk offered by the Dalai Lama on Netflix.  He was talking about compassion, about love, about how there is a oneness in this world that WE, ALL the people are a part of.  Naturally, there is also a small we…groups of people who lump themselves into particular identifications: Jews, Christians, Muslims, Americans, Asians, Blacks, Whites etc.  But really, all of these we’s make up the WE.  Until WE see the humanity in each of us, we can’t see the humanity of any of us.

The people that are filled with compassion and love that I see in the store; they certainly seem happier.  Perhaps they were given unconditional love from the time they were small, so they don’t worry about it being finite.  These people build happier homes, happier communities, and happier lives – and that happiness spreads. 

Perhaps that first customer who lied about having given before, maybe she was brought up in a loveless home.  Maybe she has always felt she needed to struggle to get any affection.  Maybe she is so miserable and lonely that instead of realizing that holding onto her love, she is losing her ability to receive it.  I feel sad for her and for all those who are so stingy with their humanity.  I don’t mean she or anyone has to give to be a loving person.  I know we are all asked to give to different charities all the time, and there are times when I say no because I just can’t at that time.  But there is a difference between not giving because you can’t and not giving because you don’t sympathize with those in need, or feel that you will be less if you give.

The Dalai Lama in the documentary last night said, “Compassion is Love made visible”.  When WE are compassionate, WE fill the world with the love that is so very needed.  Perhaps if WE just let our compassionate nature out, those who weren’t lucky enough to be brought up in loving homes will receive that love from society.  They will then join the compassionate ones and love will expand even more.  Wouldn’t that be a wonderful world!!

Since distrust and suspicion cause so much suffering in the world, and the cure for both is love, it may sound ridiculous and simple, but for one day…just be love.

Like John Lennon said in his most beautiful song, “imagine”!

Have a love-filled day!