I must compliment you both. It’s inspiring the way you complement one another.
Compliments are amazing things, often underestimated, I think.
It seems, if some of the stories I’ve read are to be believed, there are segments of society reluctant to give compliments because they are thought to encourage pride. Then there are other segments who are just plain mean and abusive. Not only do they not give compliments, they pile on the insults.
I love stories where a kind heart recognizes worth and goes to great lengths to promote healthy self-esteem in the down trodden.
There is a popular old story I’ve never forgotten. A young farmer was looking for a wife. He picked a young woman, shy and insecure, with literally no marriage prospects. The village people could not understand his choice, in their estimation she had nothing to offer as a farmer’s wife.
The going bride price was two cows. He chose to pay double that. Four cows was unheard of, never mind for a wife with so few talents to recommend her.
He took her home, treated her like a precious treasure and over time she blossomed to became all he knew she could be.
Compliments are powerful and for us to blossom we need them as much as we need food and water. At least that’s what I think.
Then there is complement. (to make complete)
How many stories have I read lately where the author pairs characters because they complement each other. The restaurant owner who is an awesome chef and a hopeless bookkeeper. The female ranch owner struggling with endless heavy chores requiring a man’s strength. Or even the one tasked with jobs requiring two or more people to meet deadlines. How many of us would kill ourselves trying before we would ever reach out.
It’s not easy admitting we need help. I know I struggle with that. Last summer I chose to fight to prune small trees myself rather than ask. My neighbor who is taller, heavier, stronger, (never mind younger) would have gladly helped.
In stories there is often a stubborn character who will not ask or even allow someone to help. Of course, one of the requirements of a good novel is tension and stubborn provides that in spades. By the end, though, they are working together and life is rosy.
It happens that way in real life too if we let it. We’re better together. Especially when our talents complement one another.
I like these two words.
The same only different.
Story Prompt is hosted by Sunday Scribblings