There are days and weeks when things just do not seem to go right. People are unhappy, angry or disappointed, and they seem to enjoy just being unpleasant. Then there is a wonderful change -- everyone and everything is delightful. No one is upset; they love the government, the politicians, the county council and the city politicians, too. They admire the newspaper and everyone who writes for it. They are happy with Martha Stewart, and CNN is showing the right things. It is just a world full of happiness, and I seem to be living right in the middle of it.
This column runs on Saturdays, and on Monday morning, the telephone rang, and a voice I didn't recognize asked if she cold speak to the lady who writes for The Herald. "Indeed," I answered, "This is Shirley Gleicher," thinking, "How did she get this number?"
"Well," the lady said, "I loved your column. I think it was so nice that you wrote so kindly about the man who fell across the floor, and that fall might of well saved his life. Was that story true?"
"Yes, ma'am, it certainly was," I answered. "I am delighted that you liked my story."
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"I did," she replied, "And I have another one for you about a man who found his mother after years of looking for her." She said he is now 50, and she is 72. Of course, I told her I would be delighted to talk to the person and when and where could we meet. We agreed on a time, and the story will be written.
That Monday started a week of kindness from people I did not even know. But by the time Friday rolled around, I felt like the "happiness fairy" had kissed me.
A lady stopped me in the grocery store in Rock Hill and told me she recognized me from my picture in the paper. That was a slight slap because I think that picture is really terrible, but everyone seems to know me, so I guess that is the way I look. I honestly felt I was a bit better looking and slightly more modern appearing, but I guess not, so you live with what you've got.
Another person in the drugstore in the same city asked me if I wrote the animal column for the News and Reporter in Chester, and I said, no, that was my friend Ruth Whitman, who is very active in the Friends of the Animals. "Well," she said, "You all sure do look alike."
"Oh, grand," I answered. Ruth is at least half my age and has a head full of beautiful hair and perfect skin, but if that lady thinks I look like Ruth, we will be friends for life.
The telephone rang again, and Pat Dennis, my buddy from Chester, announced that she was on her way to Richburg and that she and her husband, Willard, were going to drop off some wonderful brownies made with Equal that were almost calorie-free. Nothing could make me happier. The whole world knows that I can't cook anything, and the only time I ever have brownies is if someone feels sorry for me and drops them off or I buy some of those Little Debbie things at Food Lion. Let me tell you, Pat and Willard were welcomed with open arms as I stood in the doorway before inviting them in and started wolfing down those delightful chocolate bombs.
TruVista took over our television, and now I can see better, hear better, and I am doing business in my hometown. I never could understand how I had a TV company in Rock Hill and telephone and computer company in Chester, but now we are all in one happy group, and the TruVista folks are lovely on the telephone.
Probably the best information came when I took my dog to the veterinarian in Lowrys. I limped in with the dog pulling me across the floor, and Mrs. Lenzi, the lady in charge of everything, asked why I was stumbling and making sounds that indicated I might be "fixin'" to die. That opened up a whole dissertation on pain in the lower back. She listened and then told me about Epsom salts. When she first started on her prescription, I thought I was going to have to drink it, but that is not the case. This treatment involves a warm bath and only 20 or so minutes of your time. Fill the tub with warm water, add one half cup of the salts, swish it around and lower your aching body. Sit there and enjoy this spa-like treatment, and then pull yourself out, and in few days, you will start to feel better. It is not a cure, but it is a way of easing all those "Arthur-Ritis" pains. Try it, it works for me, for Mrs. Lenzi and for my pen pal in Virginia.