Uncommon sense with Glenn Mollette
I received a call from an old friend one morning recently. I’ve known him now for more than 40 years. When I was 20 years old, I lived for four months with him and his family in Dayton, Ohio, while I attended Wright State University.
The call was a simple “Merry Christmas” call that caught us up on family and life in general. It began to wind up with Bill telling me about all the times that he thinks about me and how much he loves our family. The sentiment is mutual, I said, and we exchanged warm Christmas greetings. The call made my day.
On Sunday evening, I brought my Army son home from the airport. After a long flight home, he relaxed in our family room as we caught up on small talk. Again, just the fact that he was in our home and was safe made my day.
A husband and wife who work with us at our office came by our home last week bringing gifts. The gifts are beautiful but the effort they made to tell us how much they enjoy working with us and that they love their jobs still after seven years meant a lot to my wife and me. Once more, it made our day.
We humans often make Christmas difficult for ourselves. We stress ourselves out. We get into fiascos over gifts, travel, money and how to celebrate the holiday.
The first Christmas was about the birth of a baby. People around the world have tried to find all kinds of ways to celebrate his birth for more than 2,000 years. It’s amazing how we sometimes mess up his birthday and the holiday.
This week try focusing on enjoying and loving people. It’s often the simple conversations we have along the way that make our Christmas.
Glenn Mollette is an American author whose syndicated column is read in all 50 states.
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