The Treasure of the Seeds

Dear Reader:

You might remember a few posts ago-we learned that we averaged around 70,000 self-thoughts per day. So when someone assures you-you will ” think of something” to a problem … they are right.

The trouble is, trying to match the right thought solution to the right problem. Yesterday. I came across such a situation in a little true short story in Guideposts called ” The Good Seeds” by Mike Frezon .

Like many men he had recently retired and found himself at loose ends for the first time. His career as a radio and television host had propelled him into many important meetings with state legislators-now he felt useless.

His wife, however, was thrilled to have him home because she had a pile of ” honey-do” lists that needed addressing… starting with the garage!

With a big sigh Mike stared at the cobwebs hanging from every corner and silently asked God if He still had a use left in life. While reaching back to clean off a back shelf his fingers wrapped around a dirty round metal tin. Excited he wondered if there was dollar bills in there like he and his father found after his grandfather passed.

No such luck-there were just envelopes filled with seeds. His neighbor-a-gardener believed they were hibiscus seeds but probably not still viable. They discovered a letter in the tin-these seeds were over 80 years old-postmarked 1940 and addressed to the original owner.

Nevertheless Mike added them to a seedling tray and mixed them in with the zinnias-soon the zinnias had green shoots so he transferred them and almost emptied the rest of the tray but decided to give the seeds a little more time.

While waiting Mike decided to take up running again and his two adorable granddaughters asked if they could join him-it became his favorite part of the day! He now decided to participate in running marathons and took an interest in photography!

Then one day it happened-sprigs of green began popping up and soon he had transferred the hibiscus seedlings to terra-cotta pots and proudly displaying them to his wife and granddaughters.

” Look girls…even something this old can still grow and be pretty cool, right? Just like your papa!”

So until tomorrow we are never too old to contribute to the world- acts of kindness are do-able at any age in any situation! We need to always stay filled with wonder and curiosity-a lifetime learner!

” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

For some reason my title picture didn’t pop up with the Welsh hug yesterday on the blog -will try it again !

More and more plants are starting to bloom – like people-each in their own good time!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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