I went a little bit crazy today. What with being inside for so long. After 2 weeks of an injured back, then the flu, then caring for my son who got the flu--I've just about had it. I decided to get out of the house and have some "raetime". I ended up at Barnes & Noble. I picked up some interesting reads and sat down in a large, ridiculously comfortable chair. I read for over an hour--completely uninterrupted and content. I was able to come home and readjust my perspective. My life
really isn't that bad.
While I was driving back home I was stopped at a red light and saw a homeless man who looked like he was in his late sixties slowly making his way across the crosswalk in the pouring rain. I looked around in the car for something I could give him. A granola bar? A cracker? I had nothing...I don't even carry cash. I keep thinking about that man, and what his life is like. I wonder if he has children or grandchildren of his own. Why do I have to keep learning the same lessons over and over again before I remember that I have been blessed with SO much? I came home happy to greet my sick little boy and my wonderful husband. You know--my life is pretty dang good.
I went a little bit crazy today. What with being inside for so long. After 2 weeks of an injured back, then the flu, then caring for my son who got the flu--I've just about had it. I decided to get out of the house and have some "raetime". I ended up at Barnes & Noble. I picked up some interesting reads and sat down in a large, ridiculously comfortable chair. I read for over an hour--completely uninterrupted and content. I was able to come home and readjust my perspective. My life really isn't that bad. 
While I was driving back home I was stopped at a red light and saw a homeless man who looked like he was in his late sixties slowly making his way across the crosswalk in the pouring rain. I looked around in the car for something I could give him. A granola bar? A cracker? I had nothing...I don't even carry cash. I keep thinking about that man, and what his life is like. I wonder if he has children or grandchildren of his own. Why do I have to keep learning the same lessons over and over again before I remember that I have been blessed with SO much? I came home happy to greet my sick little boy and my wonderful husband. You know--my life is pretty dang good.
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