Driving Pennies Through Life With A Smile

We have all seen that one car that sticks out like a soar thumb. The 1978 Riviera full of rust. That one car that you couldn’t possibly open the doors. Window access only. Which was fine with me. I enjoyed the free A/C coming from the open windows and the huge hole in the floor boards.  A rust bucket of sorts. You know the one that smoked more then Uncle Carl on a drinking binge. Yeah that’s the one.

People would ride by laughing or pointing. “Laugh on!” I would think. Which everyone has a right to do whatever they want in a lawful manner. They can keep their new, shiny cars with giant car payments and I will stick to my rust bucket that got me from point A to point B, for little to no money. Granite my “Old Girl” broke down more than Aunt Wanda off her Meds but she was mine and paid for.

Life shouldn’t be about the new car you drive or how much money is in your bank account. Life is about the little things. The small details are what make life worth living. The happy memories that make you smile and the hurtful memories that make you stronger. We were put here to love our higher power, evolve our conscious minds, and share the all knowing love that surrounds us. One small act of kindness has a ripple affect that can potentially be felt across the world. My grandmother used to say “Doing one good deed a day, helps you earn your stars in heaven.” This one simple phrase has helped me through life. Especially those 1978 Riviera days.

 The next time you see the “1978 Riviera” , don’t laugh or point. Just know that person is climbing the mountain the best way they know how. Maybe they don’t climb as fast as you but at least give them the credit of attempting to climb. One day they may build the “muscle” and pass you by on that climb.

One day these people achieve great things that you can not fathom. The only thing these people remember  about you, is the day you pointed and laughed. The bully. If you enjoy being “That Guy” that bullies others because you have very little confidence yourself, then to each his own. But as for me, I will continue to  be “That Girl” who once drove the 1978 Riviera, that now helps anyone in need.

So when you are feeling down or less than because someone made you feel that way, call up Aunt Wanda and Uncle Carl and invite them on your joyride. Crank up the music and smile. Just bask in the moment and be thankful that you are alive.

By: Angela Smith