The Elevator

Recently I was standing near the elevator  in a large office building when I noticed an Amish man and a young boy alongside of me.  The  boy stood in front of the shiny steel elevator doors looking perplexed, as though he had no idea of what was before him.  Suddenly, an elderly woman in a wheelchair appeared.  The elevator doors opened, the woman entered,  and the doors quickly and quietly closed.   The boy looked  flabbergasted as he watched the illuminated numbers above the elevator.  He counted out loud…..two…three…four…five…six.  And then after a pause, the numbers  began again….five…four…three…two…one.  Just then the doors opened, and out came a tall, sexy, young woman in a tight red dress and matching 4 inch heels!  The young boy looked at his father and said, “Father, what is this thing?” The equally surprised  father said, “I don’t know, son,  but go quickly and get your mother!”

My story today is of course tongue-in-cheek but the point is clear.  While this “thing”  appeared to transform the elderly and disabled woman into a much younger one  in a matter of moments, you and I both know no such thing occurred.  But with their limited knowledge and experience, the father and son could only rely on what they actually saw.  It appeared that this was some sort of Fountain of Youth!!!

The message to my story is a simple one:

Things aren’t always what they seem.

Sometimes women are  quiet and to themselves and we consider them unfriendly.  We brand some women confrontational, others out of control with what they eat and drink, and still others we label with the “b” word.  We observe a woman making a bad line call in a tennis game, and we question every call she makes. We hear of a few untrustworthy men, and we distrust them all. We learn of  some who stole from the government pretending to be disabled, and we assume everyone who receives assistance is “on the take.”   In a similar fashion, someone promises to make us a fortune for a small investment, and we invest only to find out the promises were too good to be true.  We receive an email suggesting we are about to receive a large sum of money as soon as we provide our bank account number, and we are excited about the prospects of being a millionaire.  But

things aren’t always what they seem.

Far too often, we take things on surface value and find we have been misled one way or the other.  Women with high SUCCESSTROGEN levels do their homework.  They look beyond what is initially presented.  They look for history and facts before they judge someone or before they are fooled by another.  Most of us are well-informed about the Ponzi schemes and the risks of giving anyone our social security number or bank account information.  However, many of us still make rash judgements about one another, judgements that often are in error because things aren’t always what they seem.

Some women are quiet because they are more introspective and analytical in their lives.  Some women are overweight because of a thyroid condition.   Some women are confrontational because they have experienced some challenges and have a need to protect themselves and their viewpoints.  While some people receive public assistance when they could well support their families by working, I truly believe that most people receiving assistance would much prefer to be gainfully employed.

A gentile reminder for us for today is simply, that things aren’t always what they seem.  Let’s allow our eyes to see what they see, and then use our brains to gather an understanding of what actually is.

One response to “The Elevator

  1. Up Elevator

    Was on my way to my apartment on the thirty-third floor.
    Pushed the floor button and stepped to the rear, facing door.
    Just before the doors closed,
    An attractive blonde in fashion-statement clothes,
    Rushed aboard
    And pushed her button on the board.

    I gave her my “mule-eating briars” grin,
    Puffed out my chest, pulled my belly in.
    She looked me over, top to down
    Saw my tweed jacket, university tie and weathered case, narry a frown.
    Smiled, eyes expressive as if to say,
    “I’m going to make your day.”

    As the elevator began to move
    She turned to face the operating panel
    And pushed every button
    From top to bottom.

    Then as the elevator
    Came to a stop on the next floor,
    The doors opened, for the hall to see
    She turned toward me
    And flashing a smile as big as before
    Stepped outside, through the door.

    Down the hall, gone in a flash,
    The doors closed again, at last
    And I began my trip up, up and away
    To stop on each floor – this wasn’t going to be my day.


    After reading Games Primates Play, Dario Maestripieri Basic Books, New York, 2012.

    After reading your profile, searched for and found your blog. Well done!

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