Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Sourpuss on Valentines Day

Frankly, I pretty much hated Valentines Day all along. This year, however, I am not only bitter, but also pretty much on the O-U-T-S with it; that is, I am feeling old, ugly, tired, and sad.



At 10:01 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

As Valentines Day quickly approached, I contemplated the women in the office and their chances of being remembered on this occasion. Without going into detail, two of these individuals did not have a significant other in their lives and another was in a relationship with someone I did not feel understood the significance of this special day. Therefore, I quickly concluded that the two possessed no chance of receiving flowers, gifts, or any memorial and the one had only a slightly better chance of same.

I discussed this matter with my spouse and we decided something should be done for these individuals. My spouse felt flowers and perhaps lunch would brighten this day for these women that otherwise, would probably cause sadness in the very least. With the full support of my spouse, I set about to do something for these women to let them know that they are important and valued.

On Valentines Day morning, I left for work early so that I could buy flowers for these women. I also coordinated with one of the owners to take take them out for lunch.

I had a feeling these gestures would be appreciated, however, I did not realize how big the impact would be. One woman started to cry saying that she had never received flowers on Valentines Day before. At that moment, I knew I had done the right thing. I also learned that perserverence and unconditional demonstration of friendship and caring will eventually soften the most hard and cynical of hearts.

I only came across your comments by accident on February 14, 2007, when I did a web search for "et al." because I forgot where to place the period. I was touched by your struggles and your efforts to overcome them. I feel bad that it did not dawn on me that Valentines Day would not be a happy occasion for you. Therefore, I send you "virtual flowers" and hope they brighten your day and help you to know that there are people, even strangers, who really want you to find joy and happiness in this life.

At 11:47 AM , Blogger Piper said...

funny, i found you when i googled "et al" as well...
i'm sorry i have no real soothing words of wisdom. i feel trite saying just about anything in regards to your personal pain. i do want to tell you that i have enjoyed reading your blog (even the entries that brought me to tears.) and i would have loved to have had a teacher such as yourself.

wishing you & your daughter many blessings as you tread forth...

At 11:55 AM , Blogger Yankee, Transferred said...

Well, well, Dorcasina, the kindness of strangers never ceases.
Nice comments from those who didn't previously "know" you.
And more hugs from me...thinking of you and the little pumpkin, no less as time wears on.

At 3:24 PM , Blogger Dorcasina said...

It never ceases to amaze me, how many wonderful, kind, and generous people there are in the world.
Thank you all for commenting; you can never know how many times my anonymous and pseudonymous friends have saved me from despair.

At 5:16 PM , Blogger Prof Mama said...

Take it from me, as someone who knows what you look like--you are neither old nor ugly.

Given what you've been through, if you weren't tired and sad, then you wouldn't be human.

I'm always thinking of you and your daughter.

At 8:41 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thinking of you both as well. Just as I'm surprised when I see hatefulness in the world, my world is even more brightened when I see overwhelming kindness.

At 2:25 PM , Blogger OTRgirl said...

I've always hated Valentine's Day! If you're in a relationship, it's artificial, and if you're not, then it's a horrible reminder.

I love what your anonymous commenter did. Beautiful.

At 11:37 AM , Blogger Funstuff said...

I wonder how many have stumbled on this woman's sorrowful life and got trapped into reading about her and her sad experiences of having lost her husband when all they wanted was a simple explanation of "et al"....sheezzzzz...the time consuming. How sad for Dorcasina though. I feel for ya. You sound bad, bleeding, and blue. What could get you out of your funk? Maybe your daughter? Really bummed me out how cast down, crestfallen, crummy, despondent, destroyed, and disconsolate you seem to be. E-mail me if you want some cheering. I'm good at it.


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