Language barrier and patience

I know sometimes it is difficult to understand people from other countries. Often, they try their best to communicate with us, but there are people out there who can be really mean towards them. “If they come to this country, they better speak the language,” yes, but how can you tell them apart? You can’t judge a stranger at a coffee shop with whom you exchanged a few greetings. Some people have difficulty speaking, but they can understand and read very well.

I’ve seen people at coffee shops who were just here to visit relatives, and they tried to slow down to try to communicate properly, only to be met by the impatience of the server. Apparently, the server never struggled with anything if s/he felt the need to impatiently point out the fact she couldn’t understand anything, even though you could tell she did. I’m sorry, but you can tell when people pretend not to understand foreigners, and that’s just rude. In my book, as long as you treat me with respect, then I reciprocate. There is no need to feel provoked by unnecessary situations. Instead of staring into oblivion, or pretending they’re extraterrestrials, why don’t you just help them? I don’t mean a whole year of tutoring, but at least some words and sentences that can be useful. Not too long ago, I met a few Dutch seniors and I asked them to teach me basic greetings in their language, and they were more than happy to. There was no harm done; I smiled, they smiled, we made each others’ days.

Just…be…nice

 

Koala Wink

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Inspirational – A to Z Challenge

A to Z Challenge letter: i

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Inspirational

This is why I created this blog. I want to pass on the inspiration and help others feel worthy. The only reason I am who I am today is because of all the people who have inspired me since birth. I am not 100% positive all the time, I cry, I laugh, I love, I grief, but I am at a point in my life where I do want to strive to regain all hopes and help others overcome their own fears. It’s easy to dwell in sadness, believe me, to this day I still grieve the loss of my grandparents, the constant trips my dad took during my childhood, the heartbreaks, the lost friendships, my pet hamster, and other struggles I have faced. But, that is all the negative side, and I remember the positive time that created a great balance during my life. For every despair, there were lots of loved ones who showed their genuine support, and friends who were straight forward when I needed them to be.

It is a hard battle to remain positive, but it is not impossible to win. There will always be negative moments to try to keep me down, because that’s exactly what negativity does. I am strong, but sometimes I lack the confidence to believe I am very strong. It happens, right? It is tempting to blame yourself for misery, but if you dwell in it for long, you begin to believe it. Don’t we all want to feel good? Live a happy life? I know I do, and I will keep fighting for my own happiness, even if there are others who will try to tear me down. You should do this, as well. Be happy and confident about who you are, and help others through your anecdotes.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

I have a thousand aunts

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A thousand is an exaggeration, but it feels that way, and it is an amazing thing. You see, these “thousand” aunts of whom I speak are not my biological aunts, but they are the fruit of an everlasting friendship that was formed during my mum’s school years. I’m not going to mention names nor ages, because what’s important is what their sentiments have shown me.

A lot of times we take our friendships for granted, and sometimes there are poisonous friendships worth abandoning. But what they have taught me is that a solid friendship is not impossible. I have many solid friendships myself, and you have no idea how tight I hold on to them; not because I have to or I’m afraid of being alone, but because of their tremendous value they have brought in my life’ just like my aunts. “Oh,  you’re exaggerating. I’m sure they’ve made you uncomfortable at some point.” In all honesty, absolutely not. They’ve always shown me their effectiveness of ushering my life with joy. It has been countless times that my thousand aunts have been there for me and my family ; they are my family. They saw me in mum’s belly, they saw me as a baby, and they saw me growing up. I visited them and their children many times; some were older than me and some were babies and I called them ‘cousins’. I remember one of them at my 6th birthday party, he was (I think) less than a year old; he’s now in his early 20’s! In addition, I recall a visit to another aunt when I was little, and her daughters introduced  me to the Curious George series (the old school ones). My aunts opened the doors for me to explore other worlds and languages (some of their children spoke German), and always reminding me of living life in quality and not quantity.

They have always had a positive impact in my life, and responded within seconds to any struggles I, my family, or other aunts have faced. They were there when my grandma passed away, and were there last year when my grandpa passed away. They’re like the A-Team, except with Aunts, or Guardian Angels if you want a different name choice. There was even a point when one of my aunts became my substitute Math teacher. Of course, I did get in trouble with her for talking too much (at this point, my mum was used to getting these type of phone calls), but she was gracious and during that time, I enjoyed Math –after she stopped teaching me, I disliked it again (typical).

What inspired me to write this post  is the current undeserving mishaps life has brought them lately. Without going into much detail due to privacy, I can say that it is related to grief and health issues. This is one of the ways I want to honour them. However, despite everything that is happening to them, they never break, but they show courage, kindness, and Faith. What a wonderful thing is to have people surrounding you, who are selfless, and act from their hearts to ensure YOU are well. They probably do not realize the impact they’ve had in my life (and others), but I can attest to the positive imprint that they have marked (and continue to do so) in this world, and I will pass on their legacy to my future generations.

I have a thousand beloved aunts, not in the literal form, but it sure feels like it, and that’s a good thing. I feel like I have a thousand aunts, because they’re walking angels who show that friendship is everlasting. They remind me of the goodness in the world and that love and true friendships still exist. Hold on tight to those you love and the ones who love you back, because eventually, their lives and our lives will let go of each other.

PS: This is my 100th post!

 

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Faith in humanity restored!!

I want to share this with you!

So, I sent my mom a package in the mail – yes, yes, I still love snail mail – but, a couple days ago, she told me it hadn’t arrived, yet. It was odd, because it was supposed to arrive a week and a half ago (she doesn’t live in Jupiter, you know). I sent it through regular mail, and I was hoping the mail people weren’t having a few laughs with the package. I was thinking of many scenarios; they gave it to the aliens, they were using it as a flying disc, they were laughing at the fact I sent it through regular mail. What if I had to do a claim? They’ve been awesome in the past, and I wasn’t ready to be disappointed. I actually imagined them telling me something like this:

Post office: Oh, your package? Sorry to tell you, we used it a placemat, because you sent it through regular mail – we know you’re on a budget. But, we’ll definitely make sure it arrives to its destined place in the next few days. Hey! You’re on a budget, this will just be like waiting for your mid-month cheque.

I wasn’t angry. I was worried. I sent my mom one of her favourite animal calendars! That meant something to me. I looked for the receipt, and was going to call if the package didn’t arrive this week. But, I talked to my mom and she told me the package finally arrived! So, why did it take so long? Well, it was MY fault!!!! You see, I wrote her address incorrectly. -_-‘

Now, this is when my faith in humanity was restored. Instead of returning the package to me, the mail man tried to figure it out on his own, and asked her neighbours to help with the address. He eventually corrected it and delivered the package to her.

So whoever you are mail man, thank you! Not only did my wallet let out a sigh of relief, but who knows if the packaged would’ve gotten lost, had I sent it again! Thank you for your kindness!

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!