A bird pooped on my face!!! Are you kidding me?! I'm in Paris, France taking care of business and living my dream. And it's like the bird said, "dream this!" So here I was walking down the street with a friend, looking up and taking in the beauty around me. And out of nowhere (I promise you I could hear it coming as it was quite the load), there was a huge green deposit of poop on my face. It ran from my forehead, down behind my glasses into my eye, and down into my mouth. Talk about nasty! And my friend was of absolutely no use to me. She was too busy howling with laughter. So much so that I thought she might have a deposit of her own. And each time I tried to ask if she had a tissue, she laughed harder. Once the initial shock wore off, I noticed the stares and heard the snickers of those around me who witnessed the deposit. But no one, NO ONE, offered any assistance. So there I was trying to act dignified with green poop running down my face, squinting through one eye looking for something to clean myself up. What a disgusting, humiliating experience. (Unfortunately, this was not my only bird deposit experience, but that's for another post.) No doubt, the deposit was a mood changer, but I was determined to shake/wipe it off and move on.
This experience makes me think about the deposits I leave on others' lives. Are they always positive, or do I sometimes leave behind something that requires cleaning up? And what if that person has nothing with which to clean off the deposit, and has no source of help--no joy to fall back on--to wipe/shake it off? I read something powerful the other day--"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." So no matter what I may be going through, I want to be mindful of the kinds of deposits I make.