Pass me a warm fuzzy September 15, 2012
When I answered the phone, a warm fuzzy was waiting for me on the other end. I was thrilled. Answering that call made my whole day. To make myself perfectly clear, I don’t mean fuzz. Fuzz is what happens from living with a dog that looks as if she weighs 60 pounds, but is actually a tad bit over 30.
Fuzz I can do without, but a sincere unexpected fuzzy can bring sunshine to a somber day, turn a frown upside down and lighten my step. I’m not sure the origin of the word, but I enjoy being on the receiving end.
Giving a fuzzy can be as rewarding as getting them. Giving someone a warm fuzzy can do wonders for the giver as well as the recipient and so often, one fuzzy leads to another and another.
The day always seems a little brighter when I hand out a fuzzy. If I throw someone a prickle, I can feel out of sorts for the rest of the day. A harsh prickle is capable of producing unhappiness, unproductively and irrationality, among other things for everyone involved.
A prickle can be a dangerous and contagious disease. It can snowball, contaminating an entire household, business or community. Sometimes it is necessary to give a nudging prickle, especially with children needing better behavior. An employee should be made aware if his work and attitude need an adjustment. A taxpayer owes it to himself and his community to alert elected officials their actions are disapproved.
It is so easy to get into the habit of looking for things to give someone a prickle about that the good things are ignored or taken for granted.
When receiving a fuzzy, one is pleased with himself, and it shows in his attitude towards others. Chances are a prickle will leave one belligerent and unwilling to compromise. So, wherever you are or whatever you are doing, here is a warm fuzzy to you. Take a moment to pass it on. Who knows where it might end?
Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.