A Pearl of Patience

Like many days, I wake with various thoughts and today the title appeared just as I woke, which caused me to jot it down.

Have you ever thought of how a pearl is formed?  It’s grand entrance comes from extreme irritation!

‘Natural Pearls form when an irritant – usually a parasite and not the proverbial grain of sand – works its way into an oyster, mussel, or clam. As a defense mechanism, a fluid is used to coat the irritant. Layer upon layer of this coating, called ‘nacre’, is deposited until a lustrous pearl is formed’. Pearl formation

More information of a pearl is found on the above site, but what I found interesting is that the mussel has to be mature, three years old before the irritant implants.

Now, the human comparison….

When we’re little ones, we might get upset when our toy is taken or we’re hungry etc.  However, when mature these subtle and not-so-subtle irritants creep in before we realize it!  Like the layered coating that creates the pearl.  Educated or not, we receive all kinds of large and small irritants throughout our earthly stint.  Right?

Thus, this thought.  We allow all kinds of irritants, meaning friends, family, business associates, customers, clients, bosses, co-workers into our head space, if you will.  Now think about how often does someone step on our toes?  Frequently!  Too many times to enumerate, at least for me.

I’ve been taught to turn the other cheek, to help someone.  Give the benefit of the doubt.  Help others as often as you can.

Conversely, like the mussel, we have to coddle our thoughts of perhaps distaste with this one or that, because you see….we’re all imperfect.  Within that imperfection, we’re to be as perfect as possible.  Now how can that be?  It can’t be so.

The pearl receives irritation as an ongoing process till it becomes lustrous.

What or how should we treat our daily irritants?  Should we ‘think’ we are perfect in an imperfect world, because we aren’t or should we realize we’re allowing a grooming of a sort, like the pearl into a pearl of patience.

From time to time, at my estate sales, I encounter irritants.  I’ve learned to stand when I become irritated with a person that says my sales are priced too high just because they don’t want to pay the amount noted.  I stay very calm knowing my pricing is at the status quo and that the next person always states without exception that my prices are great!

Patience, is a virtue, to be sure.

Am I one day to become a pearl of patience?  I know not.  I will say this as I become younger, less irritants get under my skin/mussel.

We all need to become a pearl of patience.  Crime would cease!  Maybe heart attacks and strokes.

I think I will try harder to be a pearl of patience!

It certainly can’t hurt…..

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Bob

Yesterday, dear kind Bob along with his wife Joyce, of whom I never met before, attended my sale.  His smile, so endearing, so sweet as was his wife’s.

Of course, I jumped out of my cashiers chair to hug this wonderful man.   We began chatting as usual, thus he opened with this brief tale.  You know I would have been a war hero, did you know that? 

Well, no I hadn’t heard. 

Yes, I would have received many medals of valor had it not been for the yellow streak down my back.

Of course, we all laughed and then he added.  You know I’ve told that to younger ones and they don’t get it.  Again we laughed with our wisdom filled acknowledgement of a yellow bellied skunk or a person who is a coward.

I mentioned to him, that I write down his stories while he chats, of which he was pleased.  He then added a bit more precise information to the previous blog I wrote titled WWII – Memories & Orbs.  Again, I wrote as quickly as I could so not to forget his fabulous stories!

I was in the service during the cold war years in Kawajlein, in the Marshall Islands. The U.S. sent in intelligence officers, from time to time, to check on us to see how we handled ourselves.  One time from the Kawajlein airport came several college professors, nuclear scientists to work in our section.  We were told to never tell anyone who anyone was.  You see, if enemy spies came onto the island or any place else during the cold war, any enemy would then know who to kill and would know what we might be working on.  No, we were given strict orders not to tell anything we knew no matter who asked.  We’d say….my orders are confidential.

But this guy in my section, when an unknown intelligence officer came by asking this and that question, acting like a friend, this private answered all his questions.  Thus telling all he knew about this scientist, that scientist, their titles etc.

We worked on atomic nuclear prototypes and weapons.  See, it was just a few years after WWII, during peace time, but still the war was fresh in our minds.  When the intelligence man asked me questions, I knew better than to say anything but my orders are confidential.  No explanation, no information given out.

The next day counter intelligence officers came to our quarters and swooped that guy up and out of the Navy!  Back to the states.  There’s no tolerance for that kind of behavior because lives are at stake.

He also mentioned that ships all around the Marshall Islands used for operation Crossroads, (check it out here) looked like ghost ships.  I grabbed one of the photos from the above website to note what Bob saw and spoke of.  Erie….he said, very erie.  All personnel had to be tested every week for radiation exuding from these ships.  Read the information, it’s really amazing what our brave men went through!

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July 1, 1946 – Photos and information – noted released for viewing.

Thanks to Bob, I have another wonderful story to share!

Enjoy and learn from our elders.

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