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A Special Card
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LittleSpooky said on November 22, 2003 21:16:
I have a job that at times, I love, and at times, I’d rather be doing something else. We all have gone through that at some time or another and for different reasons. Well, yesterday, part of my job became more dear to me than I can ever express.
Last Friday (November 14th) I celebrated my 29th birthday. Nothing really remarkable about that, live long enough and you’ll see it too! *grins* But it wasn’t happy... not really. See, this is about the 3rd year where my mom has forgotten. The previous 2 times, she’s called later in the day to wish me a happy birthday, or like last year, waited till I came back from bein out of town (as my cell phone works, but it’s on Roaming and doesn’t always get the call right then).
This year, she hasn’t said anything at all and I’m not going to remind her. Some have said that maybe she’s too busy. That always makes me feel good. I’ve come to realise that because I am single and have no kids, I’m not a priority in her life. My brother is married and has 2 kids and she’s remembered their birthdays. Or that maybe she’s suffering from some disease or malady that has made her forget.... But I digress... this is for another time.
Yesterday, one of my passengers on a route that I enjoy driving, gave me a birthday card. What’s so special about it? Easy, quite a few people wrote in it and wished me a fantastic birthday and that they really appreciated the efforts I made in getting them home from work and that they always enjoyed riding with me. It’s almost made up for my mom not remembering. To say that I was touched by the gesture is something of a mild understatement. It’s a card that I hold near and dear to me and is in my collection of other cards that have meaning to me in some form or another.
Some might be wonderin just who gives a rat’s butt about this, but I thought I’d share the slightly warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve had since last night. And the reason for the card bein late:
1) I was on my vacation for my birthday.
2) Card holder has been driving to / from work the past few days as her kids have been ill and yesterday was the first chance she’s had to catch my bus.
I’ll never forget the feeling I experienced when I opened up the card to see all the signatures.
DaminehGessle said on November 23, 2003 08:09:
Ls that was beautiful. I also shared my feelings in here a few times and made me feel better you know.
I miss having a birthday. Ever since I moved to Victoria, I haven’t been able to celebrate my birthday with family and friends. I have either been writing tests or studying at school or doing stuff in the lab for the past 3 years. Last year I had a small cake with my parents and brother. The year before that, I was down in California on my workterm living with my aunt. She doesn’t eat cake so she convinced me to blow on a candle instead of eating cake! haha.
I miss my birthdays in Iran. Too many people would get together from family to friends. It was amazing. I even had a surprise birthday party once. It was so surprising that I started swearing at everyone. You know why it was surprising?! Wow this one thing I hadn’t thought of in so long that now that I started thinking about it, I am actually smiling big time.
I used to be obsessed with Per, the whole crying and sh*t. Our neighbour’s brother was coming over from Austria and our neighbour had told me her brother would have a surprise for me. Well my brithday was the 5th day of Persian year which was always during the New Year Holiday and everyone was always away. So I thought so much about what he wanted to surprise me with. The only thing I could come up with was that he was bringing me a Roxette poster. I asked and the answer was NO. Then I thought what is he is bringing Per along. noone denied. So I thought that could be it and I fantasized about it for a few days. Those few days, everything and everyone around me was weird. People at school, mom and dad at home... it was all very suspicious. Then my dad took me out to buy groceries on Match 17th and when we got home and opened the door, it was all dark and Joyride was playing. My friends jumped out so excited and all said was: ÄH. I HATE THIS.” Haha you should have seen the look on their face. I can still remember it as if it was yesterday.
Oh this got long. I am going to bed. LS: Happy birthday and thank you for reminding me of that beautiful birthday. Growing up sucks.
ally77 said on November 23, 2003 08:25:
Awwwwwwww so sweet of the other to think about you...
Speaking of forgetting... my mum and my dad forgot to send a card to there nephew for his 21st birthday in June.... fair enough my mum has an awful lot on her plate with being very ill and stuff and my dad, well let’s not go there....
They had to cheek to ring up and tell us we had forgotton to send a card for Andrew’s 21st....
1) Andrew has never visited us
2) Andrew never rings, writes or phones
3) Andrew does not give a shit...
So my Dad sent a card with money that day...
Now just so happened they forgot my Parents wedding anniversary in November but guess what we did not ring them to remind them!!
kachina008 said on November 23, 2003 17:04:
When I remember my parents’ birthday with gifts, they scold me for spending too much money on them. go figure :P
Happy Birthday spooky.
It’s the people nearest to your heart that can hurt you the most, but I guess It’s nice to realize that you can make a difference in other ppl’s lives without even knowing it.
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And Damineh, all I wish now is that I knew what I know now, when I was growing up.
DaminehGessle said on November 23, 2003 18:27:
Yeah Kachina... Then I would have appreciated every second of it. When I complain to my mom how much sleep I am lacking and how hard school is, she tells me it’s all for good and later in life, I would look back and wish I could be there all over again.
kachina008 said on November 23, 2003 20:33:
damineh: then again, I heard somewhere that childhood is what happens to you without being able to choose it, then you use the rest of your life to get over it...
;) what do I know ;)
Markuz said on November 23, 2003 21:28:
“Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everthing blows up
In your face” (Alanis Morrisette - Ironic)
That’s life. I was really touched by your story. Thanks for sharing that with us.
You must be really proud that those ppls gave you a card. They must really like you! :o))) And that’s because you’re a wonderful person!
*hugz da spookz*
Stormkeeper said on November 26, 2003 23:08:
Happy LATE Birthday pumpkin ;) still playing paintball? :) *hugs*
LittleSpooky said on November 27, 2003 03:48:
STORM!!!!!!!!!!
Not lately. I’ve been down with the flu, moving from my apartment into my house, getting new schedules at work and just lack of time. Hopefully, I will play this weekend.
MiracleMan said on November 23, 2003 05:21:
:)
It’s so odd and disheartening when someone who SHOULD remember your birthday doesn’t, and people who don’t really have no reason to remember, do—well, that’ll warm anyones’s cockles. It’s the kind of stuff that gives you a bit more faith in your fellow man. That’s just the best. Thanks for sharing that.
And I said it elsewhere—I’ll give yer ma the what-for if ya want me to! I’ll do it!