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“There are three good reasons to buy Girl Scout cookies,” so belted out my great niece-entrepreneur with the red braid and wine-colored glove raised in salute. With her, stands another Junior Girl Scout buddy in fourteen degrees weather in front of the West St. Paul Walmart. “Besides, they’re yummy!” she said, holding up a box of Mint Thins.”

Mary is also standing within a time-honored tradition, the Girl Scouts of America, spelled out in its Promise:  

On my honor, I will try to serve God and my country,
to help people at all times, and to live by the Girl Scout Law.

And its accompanying Law, both composed by its founder Juliette Gordon Low:

I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful,
considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and
responsible for what I say and do, and to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and be a sister to every Girl Scout.

In 1917, five years after the foundation of the GSA, the Mistletoe Troop in Muskogee, Oklahoma, began baking and selling cookies to raise money. Today, its profits supplement three core structures: the NYC national office, Girl Scout Councils, and individual troops. Development of character, confidence, and courage activate the full potential of these young members. My great niece already brims with gusto. What will she become?

The work of today is the history of tomorrow, and we are its makers. The Girl Scout Handbook.

While vacationing in an Alpine village, Elizabeth Tova Bailey, a seasoned nonfiction writer, contracted a pathogen that altered the entire course of her life – a systemic paralysis-like weakness with life-threatening complications. She was 34 years old. A dear friend potted a bunch of wild violets from her yard, then placed it upon the crate used by Elizabeth’s missionary grandparents. From her bed, she marveled at this gift, until overcome by sleep.

The following morning, Elizabeth noted square puncture holes in postcards propped against her lamp; beneath the leaves of the violets, a woodland snail. Immediately, its nutritional needs claimed her full attention. She offered a decaying flower petal from an arrangement on the crate. It worked. Later came Portobello mushrooms.

Days, the mollusk slept; nights, it foraged for food and explored the limits of its potted world, and later, the terrarium Elizabeth had friends arrange. Thus began a two-decades long fascination of wild snails, fueled by her study of physicians, botanists, naturalists, and writers from three centuries – books propped against pillows in her bed.

Her resulting natural history/memoir , The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, 2010, reflects her gentle humor, her inquisitiveness, her dependence upon her companion’s daily lessons for living. She wrote to one of her doctors: “I honestly don’t think I could have made it, without the woodland snail and its offspring. Watching another creature go about its life … somehow gave me, the watcher, purpose too. If life mattered to the snail and the snail mattered to me, it meant something in my life mattered, so I kept on.”

Elizabeth Tova Bailey has much to teach us.

 

 

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