Delta4Embassy
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One of the kids here asked me Friday if I'd ever made sugar cookies. I hadn't but told her I'd give it a shot Saturday, how hard can it be I figured.
So making the usual chocolate chip ones Saturday I started scooping out the chocolate chip laden batter leaving the plain batter available for some 'sugar' cookies. Shaping the plain batter I rolled it around in the bag of white sugar then baked. When they came out, I sprinkled additional sugar onto it hoping as they cooled it'd hold the loose sugar. It did more or less.
Plated up the half dozen for the kid.
The girl evidently stepped on something as I was sitting outside enjoying the day and I heard a yelp or scream but hearing that from the kids often it didn't seem unusual or something requiring me to go see what's up. A few minutes later she hobbled by and showed me her bloody foot. Neighbor's kid she was playing with had his Mom clean and take care of her foot when I figured now would be a perfect time to bring her her sugar cookies. So I walked over there and handed her the foil covered plate.
Her grandma came down to pick her up the neighbor's wife calling her informing her about the accident. They're only a couple doors down at this point so I can kinda hear their conversation. And I heard, "sugar cookies..." So I glanced over and the neighbor's husband who works on the maintenance team is telling her about how I bring them various snacks and seemed especially fond of the friend sliced potatos I'd made a few times and pointed out how I haven't for a while (they're excellent if you eat them hot, but since the maintenance team comes and goes I worried they maybe weren't getting to have them until they'd cooled, and they don't reheat very well getting all soggy and kinda funky so I hadn't made them in a while.) But I promised him I'd make some more and in fact went inside and put potatos on my shopping list.
I gathered from the conversation the grandma was suspicious of my giving her granddaughter a plate of special made cookies. I certainly don't blame her, I mean this is the world. I know what it looks like but I find myself musing this morning, that if no one's willing to demonstrate kindness for fear of what people think of their motives than evil has already won. May be lots of good left in the world, but if good people are afraid to show it then it's effectively lost.
Is fear of being suspected so rampant now that anyone kind to their own neighbors, or to children is automatically suspected of evil motives? Has 'grooming' become such a thing that people who are in fact kindhearted are unwilling to demonstrate that for fear of being suspected?
I never signed a surrender treaty to evil. Gandhi said, "be the change you want to see in the world." I want the world if just my immediate vicinity-world to be more "Leave it to Beaver," "Happy Days," and "Waltons" than "Jersey Shore" and "Real World." In my world, neighbors still bake pies and cool them on window sills, and bring baked treats to their neighbors.
The girl evidently stepped on something as I was sitting outside enjoying the day and I heard a yelp or scream but hearing that from the kids often it didn't seem unusual or something requiring me to go see what's up. A few minutes later she hobbled by and showed me her bloody foot. Neighbor's kid she was playing with had his Mom clean and take care of her foot when I figured now would be a perfect time to bring her her sugar cookies. So I walked over there and handed her the foil covered plate.
Her grandma came down to pick her up the neighbor's wife calling her informing her about the accident. They're only a couple doors down at this point so I can kinda hear their conversation. And I heard, "sugar cookies..." So I glanced over and the neighbor's husband who works on the maintenance team is telling her about how I bring them various snacks and seemed especially fond of the friend sliced potatos I'd made a few times and pointed out how I haven't for a while (they're excellent if you eat them hot, but since the maintenance team comes and goes I worried they maybe weren't getting to have them until they'd cooled, and they don't reheat very well getting all soggy and kinda funky so I hadn't made them in a while.) But I promised him I'd make some more and in fact went inside and put potatos on my shopping list.
I gathered from the conversation the grandma was suspicious of my giving her granddaughter a plate of special made cookies. I certainly don't blame her, I mean this is the world. I know what it looks like but I find myself musing this morning, that if no one's willing to demonstrate kindness for fear of what people think of their motives than evil has already won. May be lots of good left in the world, but if good people are afraid to show it then it's effectively lost.
Is fear of being suspected so rampant now that anyone kind to their own neighbors, or to children is automatically suspected of evil motives? Has 'grooming' become such a thing that people who are in fact kindhearted are unwilling to demonstrate that for fear of being suspected?
I never signed a surrender treaty to evil. Gandhi said, "be the change you want to see in the world." I want the world if just my immediate vicinity-world to be more "Leave it to Beaver," "Happy Days," and "Waltons" than "Jersey Shore" and "Real World." In my world, neighbors still bake pies and cool them on window sills, and bring baked treats to their neighbors.