I went out to get some food tonight.ย I was paused in front of the local sourdough bread rack.ย I hesitated whether I should buy two loafs – the second being the chocolate sourdough.ย (i know, right?!ย YUM!)ย Anyway, my budget only allowed for me to buy one so I opted for the regular sourdough.ย As I contemplated my choice, out loud, an older gentleman overheard me and commented how that chocolate loaf would be nicely enhanced with a slab of butter.ย “Real butter,” I added, smiling.ย He nodded and began telling me a story about his mother, who lived well into her 90’s and attributed part of her long life to eating butter instead of margarines and other things filled with chemicals.
He had a twinkle in his eye and an obvious gift of gab, both which reminded me of Grandpa Don, who I have really been missing lately.ย It was around this time 5 years ago we learned the cancer had spread and he had only a short time left.ย That twinkle and love of a good conversation kept me at that bread rack longer than I intended.ย But boy, did we have a very nice conversation – the best I’ve had around these parts in years.
As he spoke of the chemicals in our foods and in our environment, I used that as a chance to bring up RFK Jr and what he’s been saying lately about the toxins.ย He smiled, looked up at the ceiling and reflected.
“I’m an old school democrat,” he said to which I quickly added “ah, a REAL democrat – back when the party was good”.ย He nodded, smiled and continued.
“Robert has a very extensive background in environmental law so he knows his stuff.ย But there’s something about him these days.ย He’s….different.”
YES! I think, the thoughts beginning to really churn.ย People are SEEING!ย I wanted to say so much but instead chose to keep my deep woo woo stuff to myself.ย I didn’t want to ruin the conversation I was already having, nor did I want to scare him away.ย Instead I used it as a chance to ask him how he seemed different.
“He’s more radical these days,” he said.
“Almost unhinged?” I asked hesitantly.ย He wasn’t quite certain.ย “Well, the truth can be pretty radical,” I said.ย He again nodded, smiling.
So, we began talking about things like the toxins in the environment, in our foods, The White Papers, UFOs and aliens and the government cover-up, the JFK Assassination, to which he said he had waited decades for the classified documents to be totally unsealed.
I smiled and said, “Well, I have a feeling those documents are going to be unsealed sooner than later.”ย He was doubtful of that, but he still had that smile and twinkle in his eye as he expressed that doubt.
During this conversation, my daughter came and went.ย He smiled at me and asked if I was teaching her these things, especially about the toxins.ย “Absolutely,” I said, telling him we eat as clean as we can.ย I also told him I teach her to think for herself and to question everything she is told, sees, reads, etc. – including what I teach her.
We parted shortly after that and as I told him how much I enjoyed our conversation and he said the same, he pointed at me, winked and said “You’re a good mom.ย Keep it up.”
I touched my heart, thanked him.
I really needed to hear those words today.
I finished up my shopping and went to check out.ย As I did, I noticed him stopped in another aisle, talking to another customer, same smile, same twinkle in his eye.
As I left, I felt a renewed sense of hope for humanity.
And all it took was one conversation in front of a rack of Sourdough bread one Friday evening.
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Victoria
(I will be sharing this on my buy me a coffee page for those who support me there.)
