Today I had an interesting experience. I belong to a group of ladies who meet regularly for breakfast and we discuss lofty topics like grandchildren, children, our aging bodies and even spiritual things. Last week one lady in our group had a new grandchild here in town and she sent out an e-mail with pictures and a description of the baby.
I wanted to send a little gift to them, but I could not remember the couple's last name. I had the name of the baby and I could remember the first names of the parents, so I was puzzling over the best way to send the gift. This afternoon another member of our group called me and asked me if I could remember the name of the husband and I knew that. She remembered the last name of the couple and had asked the grandmother for the address. She also told me that the family had requested no gifts, so I will merely send a congratulation card.
What struck me at the end of the phone conversation is that each of us often has a piece of the story or the truth, but not all of it. However, when we get together in a group and share, all of us contribute whatever we have to offer and then we all leave with a more complete picture of the topic that we are discussing.
The same thing happens when a group of us are dressing together at our fitness center. As we gather at the mirror someone will ask if anyone knows a good doctor, or a recipe for salmon, or someone to clean their house. Inevitably, someone standing there has an answer or suggestion. We often say that there are few problems that we cannot solve in the dressing room while putting on our makeup and combing our hair. Someone will present a problem and several people will chime in with solutions.
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