The Difference Between Us

A few weeks ago, my husband and I were chatting over dinner about my skill of being able to spot spelling errors in things like magazines, online news articles, and sometimes even books.

If you’re anything like me, you know how irritating it is to see something so wrong in something so important, and you know it’s going to probably be annoying to the people around you if you say something, but you just can’t keep it inside, so you blurt it out and feel incredibly refreshed after pointing out the error.

If you’re not like me, you probably didn’t understand anything I just said, and you very well might think I’m a bit crazy.

My husband is one of those that thinks I’m odd.

During our conversation, I mentioned how much I loved spelling bees growing up. It was a thrill for me to figure out how words were put together, and I enjoyed the whole experience.

My husband, however, thought of spelling bees as a chance to humor his friends and [probably] drive his teachers insane. Instead of giving it his best shot, he intentionally misspelled words to an unrecognizable extent.

I’m glad I didn’t know him then, because I probably would have hated him just for that one reason.

The thing is, we are all different.

We all have different talents and abilities, and guess what? That’s okay.

Yeah, that obnoxiously bubbly checker at the grocery store is probably getting on your nerves. But I bet she’s really good at cheering up the people in her life who need it.

And the elderly man who drives 15 mph below the speed limit? It might benefit us to take a deep breath and begin learning from him. As you’ve probably heard, patience is a virtue, and maybe slowing things down would help our stressful lives.

And as much as my husband’s childhood spelling bees would have pushed my buttons, I can say now that I’m glad he is the way he is. My husband is particularly good at making me laugh. Sometimes the way he does that is by being different, and doing things I would never do, but that doesn’t mean that it’s bad.


We all have different stories, different passions, different pet peeves; but we all have a purpose. Each and every one of us.

We can either view our differences as an annoyance, or as a gift.

Let’s see them as the latter.

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