In the midst of so much tragedy and pain in our big world, I am struck by the humanity of my little world.
My day is sandwiched between breakfast on the front porch and a twilight bike ride. In between is mowing the lawn, a load of laundry, mopping the kitchen floor, and a visit to my mother. On Memory Lane today, there is Happy Hour. There are legions of unsung heroes who volunteer at the facility where Mom lives. Today, there are sodas and wine or beer with cheese balls or chips to enjoy while a Blue Grass band entertains the residents. Mom claps her hands and does a little jig. She leans in to tell me that a friendly gentleman keeps smiling at her, and she flirts back. I am happy for the quality and dignity of her life – and how this place and its staff work hard to preserve her humanity. She is treated with love and respect.
And then I walk out the door to a world where sad things happen every day, where people suffer and hurt one another. And I wonder how we can translate this kindness to the larger world.