Monday, September 24, 2012
I am a firm believer of Karma. I know it exists, because I see it in action every Saturday. My beautiful "adopted" sister Patty is my best example. Every show, I see her put together a special item or two that she has made. At random, she will give it to a passer-by. Perhaps its a small purse to a little girl. A wheelchair bag for a disabled person. Or, my very favorite, a patriotic bag to a young man celebrating his recent graduation into the USMC. She NEVER expects anything in return. She once told me that it is because she made a conscious decision to be a blessing to this earth.
And I agree. I once risked being fired at a hair salon because I gave away a haircut to a customer the day before her husband's funeral. My coworkers chastised me, saying that if they wanted, they could report me and have me dismissed. Because, after all, I had "stolen" from the salon by not charging for that quick trim. I was adamant. Here was a woman, in grief, from her husband's unexpected death. It only took a few minutes of my time to do a kindness. Where was the harm? I expected nothing, except for maybe a few points in my Karma score.
Last month, I jumped at the chance to make one more deposit in my Karma Account. On a sweltering day at the Pasadena Swap Meet, a woman and her daughter came into our booth. They were admiring my necktie halter vests when the woman began to tear up, telling us that she couldn't help but think of her beloved father's ties hanging in his closet, after his recent passing. I knew what I had to do. I got up and chose a pretty, delicate pendant and enclosed it in her hand. I told her that I felt she needed something positive to hold, and this was my gift to her. And I meant it. I wasn't looking for a sale. Her grief was genuine and I had a chance to reach out and give a kindness. I would have done this for anyone. It's simply the right thing to do.
That woman was Nancee Borgnine. And her father was Ernest Borgnine.
I will be the first to confess, I am not a person to be starstruck. My average work day spans 10 to 12 hours and I don't watch a lot of TV. Or maybe it was the 100+ degree heat. But I didn't think of the celebrity status. All I understood is, here was a woman who loved her father very much, and now he was gone.
And, let's give Nancee her due. She could tell this was an honest gift, from one daughter to another. She is a very astute lady and she saw that there was no ulterior motive. I simply wanted to do something good. Something right. I just wanted to "be a blessing", as Patty says. And at that moment, Karma decided my account was full enough and that Nancee could make a withdrawal in my name. In the form of a party invitation to participate in an Emmy's swag party.
We had a mere 5 weeks to prepare. Five weeks to order a new camera, find something to wear and sew my ass off. And let me tell you, those 5 weeks went faster than a bowl of M&Ms in a room of premenstrual women.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I knew we needed to absorb and enjoy every moment. My husband, my son Nicholas and I, in our bright green security bracelets, got to smile and speak to celebrities that we otherwise would have never met. And I got the phenomenal thrill of watching celebrities giggle and laugh at my creations. It was fabulous.
So, never be afraid to be a blessing. Or do a kindness. Because Karma may decide to send you a party invitation.