Lightly raining, a fine drizzle of cold wetness sprinkled down from the cloud-filled heavens making the roads slippery with autumn leaves and slick trolley tracks, when I spy her standing there under her umbrella. A navy-blue and red striped umbrella almost bigger than she was protecting her from the rain that added annoyance to the drivers' morning commute and a challenge to her. As I approached the stop sign that I spied between the swooshing wipers, I thought how much I love the rain, but hate driving in it. How I wish I was snuggled under my blanket on the sofa, great book in my hand, warm tea in my cup, and then I noticed the second long brown stick in her hand, a cane. As she listened to the drops bang against her umbrella, she concentrated on the sound of traffic, unable to see what was coming and depending on her acute sense of hearing now muffled by the additional sound of the earth-bound sprinkles, I thought that we all have challenges, big and small, and sometimes we take for grant the things that others hold precious.
Count your blessings. Embrace your challenges. Be thankful for each moment not each day, but each second. Remember the beauty of the season is about hope, joy, love, and being grateful for it is all too fleeting.
Happy thanksgiving to you all!
yes yes. I just responded to a question elsewhere about what I'm thankful for. Every one of them was related to a previous challenge -- and I was realizing that having those challenges is what makes me grateful for the things I have.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, this is powerful stuff.... I'm happy you posted about this experience and in such a beautiful way....
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