|It doesn’t really matter if we have heard this many times. Repetition for emphasis. . .|
Years ago I had a colleague in New York who believed that nice people definitely finish last. She maintained that when one referred to someone as “nice” it was a banal, boring, white bread personality and intellectual write-off.
In my experience nothing is farther from the truth.
I also have a friend, one of the most successful men ever in one of the most competitive, often vicious businesses in the world. When one talks about him, the word “nice” is often among the adjectives used to describe him. He is considerably more than that of course and he is pleased that his peers and employees — past and present — think of him as “nice” because he feels that means he has been fair and kind.
I heard that compliment among others applied to my dear friend yesterday when John G. W. McCord, the executive director of the Chicago Alliance Francaise, and I were reminiscing about people we coincidentally both knew.
Where am I going with this stream of consciousness you may be wondering? My point is that I have been showered with kindness by truly nice people people I know well and love; those I have met relatively recently and are now friends; others I know through blogging and are friends (though we have never met in the real world); and the sweetness of strangers in regard to my book.
When I talk to My-Reason-For-Living-In-France by telephone, which I do twice each day, he says he can’t hear the happiness in my voice. I tell him I am in the midst of an out of body experience — which doesn’t really translate so I have to expound — and it is difficult for me to absorb what’s happening and at times I feel as if I’m looking in at the impossibility of my life. In other words the joy, the disbelief, the pure thrill of it all has me in some sort of shock state.
The luncheon at the Alliance Francaise yesterday was so much fun with stunningly elegant women who were kind enough to come to the luncheon.
Here’s what I’m hoping, but I must work it out with MRFLIF: that I come back in January for a month or two and maybe meet more of you. Perhaps there will be a possibility for a little book tour. Perhaps. In today’s publishing world to have a good, old-fashioned “meet-and-greet”one must be a rock star.
We shall see.
|You truly are the gift that keeps on giving. . . and giving.|
Finally, what I really want to say once again is thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for being here, thank you for your kindness, your moral support, your friendship and more.
You’ll see what I mean about kindness (and superb writing by Grace Ali), if you click here.