Yesterday I watched a 4 year old boy feed another child. My heart melted.
We took our friends Amanda and Luevena to distribute some food bags that were donated for the homeless. They thought serving people living on the streets might be a good lesson for their nephew.
At one of our last stops, a lady pulled up in a car. It was not a fancy car, it was a car being held together with wire and duct tape. Apparently she realized we were handing out food. She jumped out of the car (almost before it came to a complete stop) and asked if she could get food for her kids.
Four or five children piled out of the backseat. I directed each of them to the back of our car where little James and our girls (Robyn and Sonya) were passing out bags of food.
I stepped up to observe. I wanted to make sure each child received a bag. In the midst of the group stood little James handing a food bag to a boy his size. The two boys stood face to face…time seemed to stop for just a moment. I wanted to capture the scene with a photo but I didn’t want to cause discomfort for the little boy or his mom.
I wondered what the little boys were thinking. Or if they even realized there was disparity in their lives.
One boy was reaching out for help, for food, for survival.
The other little boy was being nudged by the adults around him to recognize how blessed he truly is.
Both boys gained something in that meeting.
Both boys walked away not even knowing their hearts had been touched
We don’t always get to know why things happen and we may never know why these two young boys were in that place, at that time.
But what we do know is that they both benefited, they both received a gift and they both shared a moment of giving.
Cee’s Black &White Photo Challenge: Isolated Subjects
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“If God wants me to have another dog, he’ll send one to live on my porch.” I had just lost my dog “Andi” and a friend was asking if I would be getting another dog.
Andi had been with me for 12 years before developing cancer. I missed her and really had no desire to “replace” her.
A few weeks later this white dog was spotted running around the neighborhood. He seemed afraid, hiding in bushes and running as soon as anyone got close to him. No one was able to catch him. Then one day one of my neighbors caught him and was attempting to pull a large burr from his fur. As this was happening, I walked out on my porch, the white dog broke away from my neighbor and ran straight to me.
We bonded immediately.
Several weeks later I took him to the sheltered workshop where I was employed. One of the clients said to me, “Do you believe when something dies it comes back as something else?”
I responded, “Some people do believe that is what happens.”
With a big smile she said, “We think Freckles is Andi.”
I’m not sure exactly why Freckles chose me and I’m not totally convinced Andi didn’t have a paw in it…but no matter why or how…Freckles has remained faithfully by my side for the past 13 years. And for this I am grateful.
For her Fun Foto Challenge, Cee has asked us to share photos of “eyes.” They say the eyes are the window to the soul. One of the first things I noticed about Freckles was his eyes. He has the eyes of an old soul. I suspect maybe he has seen more than his 14 years.
The 52 Weeks Photo Challenge continues at The Girl That Dreams Awake. This week we are asked to share something red.
I have chosen the following two photos.
The first is the Hardy Hibiscus that blooms in our backyard.
The second is the tractor Uncle Bill was working on the last time we visited Snyder Texas.
Two very different objects, two different shades of red, found in two different parts of Texas…both very red!
I am not sure if I have ever met another person more capable of living in the “Here and Now” than Sonya. She has a truly free spirit that is not hindered by the expectations of others.
Sonya has been known to burst into song while dining in public, walking down the street and always in the shower. She will break out in dance whether she is in our living room, a crowded mall or on top of a mountain.
Sonya shares her joy and freely passes out the love.
If Sonya feels the urge to sing, she sings. If she feels the urge to hug, she hugs and if she feels the urge to dance…well you better believe she will dance!
The Daily Post challenged us to share “a moment” using our media of choice. obviously I tweaked the challenge slightly and decided to share the joy of every moment I get to spend with Sonya…because even the quiet and peaceful moments spent with Sonya are moments I cherish.
I wrote this and originally posted it onSeptember 10, 2013 (on my Facebook page)….it seems just as appropriate, if not more appropriate today.
Day 293….I love kids. They still have so much to experience and learn from this crazy world. And they are so curious, adventurous and playful. Today one of my friends (and volunteer for our agency) brought her grandson to our office. Since my office has all of the toys he gravitated in my direction. We spent the next hour or so blowing bubbles, shooting screaming monkeys across the office, playing with “flarp” (yes it does make a farting sound!) and talking about video games. I was also named his protector and was given the power to shoot fire balls from my mouth!! One of my co-workers mentioned how nice it was that Tree had a playmate! (I thought so too!!)
It was a nice break from reality…..a time of play. How awesome it would be if all grown-ups could let down their guard and play. Maybe if our politicians and world leaders got together to play, they could settle arguments via thumb wrestling, or “rock, paper, scissors.”
I can’t help but think our world would be a more peaceful place if we allowed ourselves to get lost in an imaginary place….just for a few minutes everyday. A place of joy and color, dancing and spirit, laughter and song….places of goodness, places that do not allow space for hate or prejudice or judgement….just space for naive happiness!
I am thankful there are still people walking this earth that see the amazement of our world, not the trouble….they are called children!!
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Last year, shortly before I started the “Blazzin Saddle” ride, the men parked beside us started talking about “Skull’s Crossing.” They told stories of a climb so difficult people fall over in the middle of the road. They said the road narrows at Skull’s Crossing just before you climb the steep hill. So people that were spread out across the country roads, suddenly crunched together to climb the impossible climb.
The description of this ride states it will challenge top level riders with its hilly terrain. Needless to say I freaked out a bit.
We reached Skull’s Crossing before the first rest area (less than 10 miles). The road curved right, then left. It dipped drastically across a small bridge, then it began to rise.
I made it about half way up and noticed a woman had flipped her bike into the ditch. I also saw people stopped along the side and people weaving back and forth in the middle of the road. It was like a war zone, with bodies strewn across the road (slight exaggeration…but you get my point!) I was no longer afraid of the hill, I was afraid of the riders around me. I was afraid of crashing. I unclipped my shoes (clips are used to attach a riders shoe to her pedal), to avoid a fall (if you are familiar with cycling you will understand I was still new to clips and lacked confidence in my cycling ability). Once I unclipped I lost all momentum. Needless to say I did not complete the hill on my bike, but I finished it pushing my bike.
This year I was determined to beat Skull’s Crossing. My hill climbing has improved. Wearing clips is now second nature and I feel much more in control.
I rode along a winding country road, my surroundings felt familiar, I knew Skull’s Crossing was getting closer. I tried to avoid the crowds so I could approach the hill without anyone near me (that didn’t happen).
The amazing thing is, once I started climbing the hill I felt focused on the climb. I felt all my energy pushing the pedals, pulling the pedals and I watched the road in front of me pass on by.
About midway up the hill I noticed my riding buddy to my left. Typically she beats me up difficult hills. I encouraged her, “We got this!”
As she quickly fell behind me, all I heard was “Damn it..(not sure what is said here) …came off!”
I had no idea what happened to her bike. I knew stopping in the middle of the hill was not an option. I turned back toward the hill to find a rider directly in front of me. I told the rider I was preparing to pass her as I guided my bike around on her left side.
As I crested the hill I worked my way through the other riders to the right side of the road so I could stop and wait for Rachael.
Although I was panting heavily from the climb, I felt like riding back down just to ride back up again. I was that excited about conquering Skull’s Crossing. No worries though…I was that excited…but not that stupid!
By the time Rachael caught up I had calmed down. She recently got new clips and one of her clips slipped out of the pedal. Fortunately she did not crash unfortunately she was not able to complete the hill.
The next day I revisited Skull’s Crossing. This time in a car and with camera in hand. Usually when I’m on a bike hills look really big…but as I stood at the base of this hill preparing to take a picture, it looked extremely steep and bigger than it looked the day before.
I was even more excited that I had conquered Skull’s Crossing!