LASTING BEAUTY

Many years ago, but not so far away, there was a sparkling bright-eyed teenager named Tricia.

Now Tricia had all the makings of a princess – social butterfly, stylish, talented. The kind of princess who could hold court with the learned and wise, the young and the old, the rich and the poor. Now, how did I know that? For one thing she was a nominee (or something of that sort) for Miss Oklahoma. I really don’t know all that much about it. But I knew what my eyes could see and what my ears could see. She was beautiful and she could sing.

However, I also saw something that went far beyond that. Although she could have been the leader of any clique, maybe she was; I don’t know that either. But she definitely was not “clique-ish.”

At this point, let me tell you about another character. He was another member of the young crowd in our church. At least he was in that age range. He was not impressive; nothing wrong with him, but just not impressive. Now a lot of guys are like that, at least they think they are. But this young man just didn’t fit it. As the groups would get together to go out after church, he didn’t go. My heart just sort of hurt for him. You probably think I’m going to say that Tricia was the princess who kissed the frog and he became her prince. No. It wasn’t that. But I did see Tricia take time to give him special attention on more than one occasion. Sat on the pew and chatted a bit. Smiled. Prayed. Just little things. I’ve never forgotten.

I saw Tricia last month after more than forty years. I hugged her and told her this story and how it had been my memory of her from that long time ago.

I asked if I could use her picture and relate this tiny insight into what makes a princess, a Princess. That makes a sweet and humble girl a Miss America in my eyes.

Tricia, I know you made that young man feel pretty special, because you made me feel pretty special, too. Thanks for the hugs. Thanks for the smile. Thanks for letting me tell this bit of your story.

Thanks for being a Princess.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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20 Responses to LASTING BEAUTY

  1. We often don’t realize how profound an effect we have on other people. This post inspires me to make that extra effort to encourage those who may be overlooked, and not be noticed by the popular people in their world.

  2. joyroses13 says:

    Aww! Sweet story! Yay for the Tricia’s in this world!

  3. Love it! What a wonderful story. 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m glad you liked it. I’m sure it set some bells off for you. Gave you another subject to “expound” upon. 😀 Here’s one for you. Can one have that kind of influence if she is poor and plain to look at? (Part of that answer is that a smile costs nothing and is beautiful even in a dirty face.) 😀

  4. Tricia Rev Carnes says:

    That is so sweet of you to share this memory!

    God bless you and your family.

    Love you all!

    Tricia

  5. JoAnna says:

    Caring and encouraging others is worth more than diamonds. Thanks for this inspiring reminder!

  6. Faye says:

    A great gentle story of value in LIFE. Thank you.

  7. Dawn Marie says:

    That is such a sweet story. We really don’t know what is seen through our reflection, do we? How beautiful it is when it is Christ’s.

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