It's funny how things have a way of working out sometimes. There always feels like there's a sense of destiny to the world.
My best friend's getting married soon, and her mom was telling me the story of her mother-of-the-bride dress fiasco. Her original hot pink dress which would've made her look super stunning never came in. The store had ordered her the wrong dress and wouldn't order her a new one for complicated reasons that I'll leave unexplained. So here we are two months before the wedding and no dress.
She ended up going to this other store where dresses were altered and sold off the rack. There was no ordering involved. And she found an even better dress that fit her style for $100 less. This is where the story got good because there was genuine excitement at the great find. The best part is she already has the dress in her possession since it doesn't have to be ordered.
I've been thinking a lot lately about the progress and consequence of events. Sometimes, all you can do is keep an open mind and hope for the best. Had my friend's mom negatively reacted to the dress situation, she would never have found an even better alternative. Instead, she took initiative and opened up to other options. And perhaps it's best to just have a little faith that in the end things always sort themselves out.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
The Unassuming Dentist
If I hadn't been going to the same dentist for approximately 23 years, or since whatever age you start taking your children to the dentist, I'd most definitely be freaked out by the whole experience here.
As you come down the heavily trafficked road, you'll notice (actually, you probably won't notice) a fully stuccoed building that looks like it should've been torn down years ago. The fabric has long disappeared from the rusting awning structure, and the parking lot has knee-high plants growing from the pavement whose cracked pattern almost mimics a spider web's design.
This is where we turn in.
Then it becomes a fun game of avoiding the weed patches to get to the back of the building. The parking lines are barely visible, but no one pays attention to them anyway. There's always the one guy who parks perpendicular to everybody else, but it doesn't matter because there are only two or three other cars there at any given time. Four if you count the rusting pickup in the back of the lot. I always wonder who are the other people crazy enough to come to this building. And what purpose do they have here?
And you'd wonder too when, as you're walking up the rickety stairs, you see only one sign that indicates the building is occupied at all - Dr. Larry Chen, D.D.S. However, the waiting room has one other patient, at most, so the question of who the other people in the buildig are and why they're here will remain forever unsolved.
But once you walk into Dr, Larry Chen's office, the feeling changes. Sure, the fake wood panels on the walls left over from when it was popular in the 70s still remain, but you can't help but agree that it fits here. And if you don't pay attention to the children's drawings on the wall, many of which are dated pre- '92, making these colorful scribbles the sole indication of the feelings these "children" once had towards their dentist.
The drawings deserve to remain. Because Dr. Larry Chen is quite the dentist. He may not have the latest high tech dentist gadgetry, but he does a good clean and actually cares about his patients. He's asked me questions about my Barbies, my high school clubs, my college major, and now the traveling I do for my job. He makes sure everyone is comfortable, and he'd probably still let me pick out of the 20 year old treasure chest if he knew I still had a secret desire to do so, in the hopes of scoring a finger puppet or a coveted ball and paddle.
As you come down the heavily trafficked road, you'll notice (actually, you probably won't notice) a fully stuccoed building that looks like it should've been torn down years ago. The fabric has long disappeared from the rusting awning structure, and the parking lot has knee-high plants growing from the pavement whose cracked pattern almost mimics a spider web's design.
This is where we turn in.
Then it becomes a fun game of avoiding the weed patches to get to the back of the building. The parking lines are barely visible, but no one pays attention to them anyway. There's always the one guy who parks perpendicular to everybody else, but it doesn't matter because there are only two or three other cars there at any given time. Four if you count the rusting pickup in the back of the lot. I always wonder who are the other people crazy enough to come to this building. And what purpose do they have here?
And you'd wonder too when, as you're walking up the rickety stairs, you see only one sign that indicates the building is occupied at all - Dr. Larry Chen, D.D.S. However, the waiting room has one other patient, at most, so the question of who the other people in the buildig are and why they're here will remain forever unsolved.
But once you walk into Dr, Larry Chen's office, the feeling changes. Sure, the fake wood panels on the walls left over from when it was popular in the 70s still remain, but you can't help but agree that it fits here. And if you don't pay attention to the children's drawings on the wall, many of which are dated pre- '92, making these colorful scribbles the sole indication of the feelings these "children" once had towards their dentist.
The drawings deserve to remain. Because Dr. Larry Chen is quite the dentist. He may not have the latest high tech dentist gadgetry, but he does a good clean and actually cares about his patients. He's asked me questions about my Barbies, my high school clubs, my college major, and now the traveling I do for my job. He makes sure everyone is comfortable, and he'd probably still let me pick out of the 20 year old treasure chest if he knew I still had a secret desire to do so, in the hopes of scoring a finger puppet or a coveted ball and paddle.
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