A Simple Day In A Simple Life

Today, when I stepped outside at 5:00 A.M. there was a soft, white dusting of snow on the ground around me. With basket in hand, I made my way to the hen house hopeing some of my heartier layers would surprise me this frosty morning. I wasn't dissapointed and after gathering up my treasure, I headed back to the house and my warm kitchen.

I hung my coat on the rack by the back door and put the tea pot on to boil. It was quiet in the house. The only sound was the old clock that has stood in the hall way ever since I was a girl. It's ticking has measured off the hours of my life and on this wintry morning, it sounded like an old and welcome friend.

I poured tea into one of my mothers china cups and took it in to the den where earlier I had built a cozy fire. Soon the house would be stirring but right at that moment, I was alone. The wind had picked up outside and I could hear the tinkling of the chimes that hung on the porch. It was a time for contemplation and rememberances.

As the fire danced in the grate I looked around me at the room in which I sat. It was a comfortable room, filled with pictures of grandchildren. There were warm afgans on the sofa and thick rugs on the floor. The heavy Terry cloth robe I was wrapped in was luxorious in it's comfort. I would soon be preparing a hearty breakfast from the ample supplies in my larder and no one in this house would want for anything today.

In that moment I was surrounded by plenty and my heart was filled with gratitude. I was reminded that in my daily life, I seldom stop and think about all those that have nothing. While I'm sleeping in my warm bed, covered with a down comforter, some where there is a child who is cold and probably hungry.

While I am gathering eggs to bake another cake with, some where there is a child who will not eat today, and maybe not tomorrow either.

While I sit wrapped in the arms of a loving family, somewhere, there is a child who is being abused by a parent that is supposed to love and nurture him.

Someone is living under a bridge, trying to keep warm with a pile of newspapers. Someone is living in an abandoned tenament house where rodents and roaches are taken for granted.

Someone is lying in a hospital bed, sick and alone, because no one cares anymore. No one even knows where they are. They haven't looked.

Someone is pregnate and doesn't know where to turn. Her mother rarely comes home and when she does, she's either stoned or drunk. The mother doesn't even see her daughter anymore. She has become a non-person and soon she will give birth to another non-person and the legacy will live on.

These images all parade before me as I sit in front of my fire, safe and warm. This year I will drop a few extra dollars in the bell ringers bucket. I will visit someone in a nursing home and bring them a smile. I will prepare a meal for that family I saw on T.V. last night, burned out of their home and grieving. I will put an extra envelope in the collection plate for missions.

I can't change the world with these tiny things but maybe, just maybe, I can help one person to have a somewhat better life. If I can accomplish that....if each one of us could accomplish that much, I can only imagine how much better our world would be.

Happy Holidays Everyone.

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