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. . . Firstly, my sincerest apologies for the tremendously late reply to the gifting of the Secret Angel watch I recieved.
And why exactly is it so late??? Well, some of the reason IS that I have been busy again with work. Ship traffic has picked up some . . . so you go when you got it.
BUT, the bigger reason I am so late in responding is that receiving the watch caused me to think considerably about why I received it. I wrote to you all about my youngest son Joseph. Loving him is easy, simple . . . love should be that way. What your kind gift gave me long pause to consider is not loving, but rather being loved. Please allow me to explain . . . I have never been totally comfortable with people, particularily when it comes to kindness and affection directed towards me. Mostly I have spent my years solitary, with the exception of my family, and concentrated on being as self sufficient as I could possibly be. Spending alot of time with others has never been a priority. I realized after the watch arrived that I really didn't know how to feel about it. My courtesies instinctively informed me cerebrally that I was grateful, it was a kind act and thank you was in order. But it was awkward. I was given a watch by someone I did not know, for sharing my thoughts. Why? How do you say thanks for that? As the requested guidelines suggest, a simple act of kindness to perpetuate the act would be in line. Time passed as I considered all this. One thing I realized early on is that . . . . well, that is simple, commiting a random act of kindness. Opportunity arises on an almost daily basis. Day to day living should encompass that principle. So, I sought a more meaningful form for expression, still within the sentiment of the gifting.
I work with three partners. One of whom has been a relationship of an evolutionary variety. We did not agree with each other's management styles, and generally clashed. A short while back I noticed he made conversation points regarding my watches. I took it as him making an effort to find common ground, and replied kindly, always taking the time to listen and involve myself in the conversation . . . in the direction he took it. Our relationship on the job began to improve. He bought a couple of watches himself, fashion brands he picked up at outlet stores, and made a point to bring them to me. I thought they were great . . . . only because he liked them so much. A single father, raising his teen daughter on his own, watches are a luxury he can ill afford to fit into his budget, hence his choices of what he purchased.
My answer to how to respond to the gifting came clearly to me. I took the watch I was so graciously given and placed it on his desk, in the box, and left it. The best I can tell you is thatI am sorry the rest of you were not there to see him open it. I watched from my desk . . . . and it was priceless!!! He adores the watch. He especially adores the fact that it was given to him. By me of all people!!!! It is worn regularily, with great pride, and shown off as prized possesion.
Sooooo, the Android that you sent me made another very happy, and made a strained relationship smooth. As soon as I can get him to sit still and maybe even take it off . . . . I'll post pictures . . . . but right now it isn't the pictures that matter, it's that fact that I learned something about myself, and I learned something about others as well. Thank You for the life lesson . . . . Randy.
. . . Firstly, my sincerest apologies for the tremendously late reply to the gifting of the Secret Angel watch I recieved.
And why exactly is it so late??? Well, some of the reason IS that I have been busy again with work. Ship traffic has picked up some . . . so you go when you got it.
BUT, the bigger reason I am so late in responding is that receiving the watch caused me to think considerably about why I received it. I wrote to you all about my youngest son Joseph. Loving him is easy, simple . . . love should be that way. What your kind gift gave me long pause to consider is not loving, but rather being loved. Please allow me to explain . . . I have never been totally comfortable with people, particularily when it comes to kindness and affection directed towards me. Mostly I have spent my years solitary, with the exception of my family, and concentrated on being as self sufficient as I could possibly be. Spending alot of time with others has never been a priority. I realized after the watch arrived that I really didn't know how to feel about it. My courtesies instinctively informed me cerebrally that I was grateful, it was a kind act and thank you was in order. But it was awkward. I was given a watch by someone I did not know, for sharing my thoughts. Why? How do you say thanks for that? As the requested guidelines suggest, a simple act of kindness to perpetuate the act would be in line. Time passed as I considered all this. One thing I realized early on is that . . . . well, that is simple, commiting a random act of kindness. Opportunity arises on an almost daily basis. Day to day living should encompass that principle. So, I sought a more meaningful form for expression, still within the sentiment of the gifting.
I work with three partners. One of whom has been a relationship of an evolutionary variety. We did not agree with each other's management styles, and generally clashed. A short while back I noticed he made conversation points regarding my watches. I took it as him making an effort to find common ground, and replied kindly, always taking the time to listen and involve myself in the conversation . . . in the direction he took it. Our relationship on the job began to improve. He bought a couple of watches himself, fashion brands he picked up at outlet stores, and made a point to bring them to me. I thought they were great . . . . only because he liked them so much. A single father, raising his teen daughter on his own, watches are a luxury he can ill afford to fit into his budget, hence his choices of what he purchased.
My answer to how to respond to the gifting came clearly to me. I took the watch I was so graciously given and placed it on his desk, in the box, and left it. The best I can tell you is thatI am sorry the rest of you were not there to see him open it. I watched from my desk . . . . and it was priceless!!! He adores the watch. He especially adores the fact that it was given to him. By me of all people!!!! It is worn regularily, with great pride, and shown off as prized possesion.
Sooooo, the Android that you sent me made another very happy, and made a strained relationship smooth. As soon as I can get him to sit still and maybe even take it off . . . . I'll post pictures . . . . but right now it isn't the pictures that matter, it's that fact that I learned something about myself, and I learned something about others as well. Thank You for the life lesson . . . . Randy.