Some Gifts I'd Like to Give

Below is a list of a few gifts I’d like to give and the reasons why I would like to give them:


There is a girl’s blog I read every day, at least every day that she updates, and she tries to sound so professional and educated by using big words. The problem is, she uses them in similar context to how they should be used but with a meaning just slightly off, so that it’s obvious to those who really know the meaning of the words that she doesn’t fully understand how to use them. I suppose that the meaning of them is close enough that a good majority of the people who read her just assume she’s using it right, after all, she’s a writer. She should know, right? Sadly, that’s not true, she doesn’t know, and I cringe when I see these words–it’s as though she used a thesaurus to get a similar word, but didn’t get the nuance of the word. As a lover of words myself, I would like to buy this blogger a dictionary to go with her thesaurus, and give her the gift of knowledge and hopefully the desire to actually look up a word before she assumes it’s a synonym.


I know, a doctor should prescribe medication, but there are some people in the world who could use a good dose of antidepressants. Yes, I realize more than many that life is hard. Sometimes, it just plain sucks. I’ve done my share of crying on the couch all night unable to sleep and feeling miserable and sad. But I seek out others to have them help lift me up. My desire has never been to bring others down with me. Let people in your life lift you up–sometimes, people are the best antidepressants ever!


I intend to give an umbrella to anyone who decides to rain on my parade, so I can send them on their way, nice and dry.


Because everyone should know and feel and understand completely unconditional love.


Because everyone should learn how to stay humble.


Everyone should know how to act in classy situations, and everyone should taste expensive food at least once in their lives. There is something magical and wondrous about dressing up for a night on the town, having a host open the door for you, the maรฎtre dโ€™ pulls out your seat and places the napkin in your lap and they fawn over you and call you ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. It’s worth it to experience it at least once in your life. The finer things are fine for a reason.


No matter how fancy a meal or how much you enjoy the upscale or finer things in life, sometimes there’s nothing finer than sitting cross legged on a blanket in a park sucking BBQ sauce off your fingers while suctioning morsels of meat that fall easily off rib bones. Try letting your significant other suck some of that BBQ sauce off your fingers and you have a whole new dining experience. The point is, one should never become so uppity that getting down and dirty and enjoying some of the messier things in life are forgotten. There’s nothing better than a $200 per ounce jar of Sevruga and champagne unless it’s a homemade juicy burger eaten with your family on a picnic blanket in the park.


I’m not talking about religion here or spirituality either. I’m talking about faith–faith in something, someone–the belief that, in the end, things will all work out the way it should, even if we can’t see the big picture while we’re traveling down the road of life. Faith in yourself, believing that no matter what comes your way, you can NOT just overcome but can excel. Faith in others to do the right thing at the right time when you need it the most. Faith in life, love, hope… belief and faith. I think those are two gifts I would like anyone to have, everyone to have.


The most cruel thing anyone has ever done to me, the only thing in this life that has hurt me to the very core of who I am, that has altered me in ways unimaginable and unspeakable is when someone knowingly, willfully, and intentionally broke my trust. There is not much more important in this world to me, so extending my precious trust to someone is not easy. For years, I refused to do that. For years, I lived as ‘less than’, a partial person, incomplete and unfulfilled, because I refused to extend the gift of trust, for fear, for protection, for self preservation. If I could impress upon each and every one of you how important trust is… how much you need to extend it even if it keeps getting broken.

There was a time, after someone had broken my trust, when I was crying to my little brother and said, “I made a mistake…” He asked me what mistake I had made and I told him that I had trusted, again. He soothingly said, “Not trusting would have been the mistake. Trusting someone is never a mistake, and when they break that trust, the mistake is theirs, not yours.” He’s right. Though if you ask him, he’ll tell you he’s always right. That’s a running theme with all the men in my life, by the way–they all always think they are right–some of them are; most aren’t (wink).

So the gift I give you would be the ability, even in the face of fear and doubt, to extend trust, and the prayer that you have the wisdom and foresight to know when and to whom to extend that trust.


I would like to give everyone in the world their very own sock, and that way, when I tell someone to “stick a sock in it”, they’ll be a step ahead.


Makes me think of the Alan Jackson song,I remember this from when I was young: faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us, and the greatest is love.” (it’s really worth a listen if you’ll click the link. It’s a powerful song.)

This one goes along with trust though. There can be no love, not real love, without trust. So I do hope that when you find one, you realize the other is right there behind it, patiently waiting for you.

I love you all. Even those of you I sometimes don’t like that much, I still love you — I love you for being a fellow human being on a fantastic journey with me. I have learned more and gained more from those of you I do not understand and who challenge me than I probably have from those who return my friendship unconditionally. I appreciate and honor everyone, and though I sometimes fail, I try to be a kind and understanding person, even to those I do not understand.

I wish everyone the love of a good man or woman, whichever is your preference; the love of a small child, even if it’s not your own child, because there is nothing purer than when a child loves; and the love of a parent, even if it’s not the person who gave birth to you and it takes you 30 years to find that person in your life; and the love of a friend, at least one, honest, true friend, for if you have just one, you have an abundance.

I’m lucky. I’ve got ’em all…

Happy Day!

Love and stuff,

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7 comments to Some Gifts I'd Like to Give

  • Teri S.  says:

    Great gifts to give, Michy! I hope I’m not the girl in the first paragraph! lol
    I chuckled at the sock, and would like to give that out too, please. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Happy 4th of July!

  • Michy  says:

    Teri, I felt bad putting that there, since I knew all my female friends online would wonder if it was them! She’s not someone most of the ‘gang’ knows though, so *whew* you’re all safe!

  • Teri S.  says:

    Well, I was pretty sure it wasn’t me, because I don’t usually use the big words. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Glad to hear I’m safe. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Shayarin Williams  says:

    I wish more people would write blogs like this that are actually fun to read. With all the fluff floating around on the internet, it is rare to read a blog like yours instead.

  • Cleo Sev  says:

    Really great informative blog post here and I just wanted to comment & thank you for posting this. I’ve bookmarked youi blog and I’ll be back to read more in the future my friend! Also nice colors on the layout, it’s really easy on the eyes.

  • Marie Anne St. Jean  says:

    I’ll take one of each, Michy!

  • Terri P  says:

    This is wonderful and a great way to start the new year!

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