What’s possible?
What’s possible?
“I’m glad we read that quote from Bruce Lee before stopping at the library yesterday,” Thalia rubbed her icy hands together. “Do not pray for an easy life; pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.”
“Right?” asked Calliope. “When we brought Wandering Words and Dear Gratitude to our local library as gifts last summer, we had such a lovely conversation with the staff member at the welcome desk. She gratefully accepted our offering, and within a week, both were on a shelf of new releases.”
“Our experience yesterday was quite different.” Urania slid her readers down her nose and made eye contact with her team. “What happens when we don’t expect an experience to repeat?” She paused. “We might be given a growth opportunity — that’s what.”
“The woman at the desk yesterday barely looked at Typist — told her she could set her books on the counter and kept going on with her other business,” Tal sighed.
“And when Typist asked if she could tell her about the books — well —suffice it to say the response was lackluster, but Typist pressed on and told the story of the books she’d just sat upon the polished wood.”
“Another employee appeared and told Typist they’d put the books on a rack for review. If deemed unacceptable for the library’s collection, the books would be put into a future fundraising sale.”
The story tumbled out of the muses like river water rapids. Typist couldn’t keep up with who was saying what.
“Typist asked if she could collect the books… if they were deemed unworthy of the shelves. She was given an emphatic, ‘No! We don’t do that.’”
“Our scribe tried to explain that the books were brand new… high quality in content and appearance, but the lack of energy in the conversation told her this was going nowhere fast… and despite calling on her memories from the hostage negotiator’s podcast interview… She was at at loss for how to proceed.”
“She collected her books from the counter, wished the ladies a good day, and headed out the door to regroup.”
“We helped her write a kind email when she got home… With a request for a call from the library’s decision maker.”
“Now we will wait to see what happens, knowing the experience was neither good, nor bad. It wasn’t personal… just reality… and an opportunity to experiment with living.”
“Hear your muses… Find your life!”
Too bad the library "workers" were so distant and non caring. I pray for better luck with management.
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Yes unfortunately some people in this world only think of themselves and can be down right rude to others. Don't let the discouragement pull you down, they might have been having a bad day.