My grandmother used to say something that I learned to live by. I am not sure if I will get it exactly right but here goes...."Never judge a man unless you have a walked a mile in his moccasins". It's a piece of advice that I have tried to live by. You really never know what another person is going through or has gone through to make them who are. I also like a quote along the same lines that says "Be kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle". I would love to hear what pieces of advice that you have received that you still hold true.
My father told me that living in Canada (at least middle class Canada) is like living in Disney World and that everyone needs to leave the Magic Kingdom at some point.
I did leave, and it had a profound effect on my life and the way I see things. It was excellent advice for me.
From my father: Everything, in moderation. From my mother: He is not the only one that will ever love you. There will be others, I promise. From everywhere: This too shall pass.
~Always wear clean underwear. You know, in case you are in an accident. ~Just because you don not have a lot of money does not mean you have to be DIRTY! ~THIS, TOO SHALL PASS
All stem from my maternal grandmother, Marie Wilke. :)
"Never judge a man unless you have a walked a mile in his moccasins"
Did your grandmother kick it with a lot of Native Americans? Who in the hell still wears moccasins? I know how this all went down. Your grandmother frequented the Indian casinos. Yup, she fell in with the wrong crowd of chiefs. She was boozing, playing some two deck, 3 card b*tch slap, duce’s loco of course. She is sitting across from a Native man. He looks like an Indian version of Danny DeVito and your grams is slightly aroused. Yet the man is sweating like an Ethiopian, and your grandmamma thinks to herself… “This dirty i***n is on tilt!” (Your gram gram is racist as all hell!) So she pushes all in with a half crack two pack (Two jacks) The Native American gentlemen, not to be outdone by a senior citizen, not only calls, but throws his moccasins on the table. All your Grandmother has left in her purse is hard candy, a can of Ensure, a Magnum condom (What lol), and your birthday gift. Yes sir! A $50 check! Homegirl is sitting on a 2 pack crack pack damn it! She slams the check on the table, “Flip-em senor tee pee!” she says. Well senor tee pee flipped lefty lezzbos (Queens) and your grandmother flipped her shiiiiiit. The old broad went bananas. And who could blame her? She just lost her granddaughters birthday gift. Anyway, a scuffle ensues, some guys get cut, and grandmother barely makes it out with her life and dudes moccasins. 6 hours later your grams rolls into your birthday party smelling of fire water and shame… and Indian sweet… and peace pipe smoke. She walks over to the table were the guests have placed their gifts and dumps out her purse. Now scattered over the neatly wrapped presents are shattered hard candy, an empty Magnum condom wrapper (WHAT!), and some damn moccasins. You walk over to your grandmother and at the brink of crying you say “Grandmother I lov” SMACK! Your grandmother delivers a vicious back hand to your sad little face and she says… well she slurs “Never jurrrdge a a a man…………. A man unlesssh you’ve did some walrking in the (she looks at the moccasins) GOD DAMN MOCCASINS!!!”
"Never judge a man unless you have a walked a mile in his moccasins"
The above suggests that the jurors in that Sandusky case should have sex with children. But you know what? No saying is perfect, Im just pointing out a flaw, minor criticism, I still love it.
I like that piece of advice you wrote up top - I try my best to live that way, as well.
The best - sort of most needed - advice I got was actually from a therapist. I was feeling quite bad about a lot of things about me and my life and very down on myself during this period of time. Anyway, I said that, basically I thought of myself as a total loser. And my therapist said people think that way about themselves because they know and remember all the bad decisions and unpleasant quirks about themselves, and we don't know all that about everyone we know. Basically, don't compare yourself to others because it's not fair to compare every little (sometimes horrible) detail of your own life to what little we truly know about another person's life.
My grandmother had this hanging in her kitchen, " the hurrier I go the behinder I get" Sometimes I hear that when I'm rushing through a task and keep messing up.