What do you see when you look at a stranger? Does it even register that they are a fellow human being that matters to someone out there in the world? I ask you this because I work in retail, for the moment. As a sales associate, I am required to greet everyone who walks through the door. Think about that for a moment. Put yourself in my shoes. If you had to say “Hello, how are you?” or “Good morning!” to every person who walked through the door, would you be able to say it with enthusiasm every time? It isn’t easy—I can tell you that, but Continue reading “What do you see when you look at a stranger?”→
This story is being told retrospectively by an older Scout who is telling it from a child’s point of view. Scout, our narrator, takes us on a journey toward maturity in the small fictional town of Maycomb. In the beginning chapter Scout depicts her world as one of the absolutes and not much room for error. She doesn’t view the world as one with varying perspectives. To her, the words black and white simply mean Continue reading “To Kill A Mockingbird – Scout’s Lessons and Loss of Innocence”→
What should we do now that the year 2017 is over and 2018 has begun? We harvest the ripened crops of course. Then, we plant more seeds for the future. As I take the time to reflect on the past year, I see my successes and my failures. I thrived in some areas and fell short in others. This is where the lessons are learned. However, lessons are not learned if we have closed our mind’s eye to the act of learning those lessons.
Since the Holiday Season is upon us, I thought I’d contemplate on what it means to me. I’ve always preferred to give than to receive. However, receiving is an awesome feeling to me only when it is unexpected; a complete surprise. But, then, I feel sort of guilty for receiving. I know I shouldn’t feel that way. It is everyone’s God-given right to give. If I have the right to give than so does everyone else.
So, then in contemplating the act of receiving, I realized that I am also giving. I am giving another human being a chance to do something unselfish (or at least I hope it is a selfless act). The act of giving compliments the act of receiving and vice versa.
I remember one year when I was a young girl, my siblings, parents and myself were all sitting in our living room handing out presents and unwrapping them. Well, everyone else was unwrapping gifts, but I was just watching them. I never even gave a glance at the pile of gifts sitting before me to unwrap until my Mom said: “Jill, you have presents to unwrap too!” I was so startled by the fact that I forgot I had my own pile of beautiful gifts. I was happier watching everyone else’s happiness and excitement. To this day I am more excited watching everyone else as they unwrap their surprises.
Now that I am much older I enjoy the ambiance of our home and family gatherings as much as the giving of gifts. In fact, the gathering of family in and of itself is a gift. A gift that I enjoy more than ever.
To all of you who enjoy the act of giving please remember to enjoy the act of receiving.
It was a week before Hurricane Irma was to hit somewhere in the state of Florida and tensions were high. I could feel it everywhere I went. Water and gas were beginning to deplete all over the state of Florida. I recall the moment when we decided to fill the gas cans with gas for our generator. It was Wednesday, September 6, 2017. Irma wasn’t supposed to hit the west coast of Florida. She, or rather her core was supposed to hit closer to the East side or up the spine of the State—and Irma wouldn’t reach our section of the state until Sunday night. Therefore we figured we would have no problem finding gas for the generator. We always were able to do so for other hurricanes. We had misjudged the timing, however, and even five days ahead of the storm the gas stations were already running out of gas. No matter what time we went out looking for gas the stations were out, or there were lines so long that by the time we could get up to the pump they’d probably be empty. By Friday the point was mute—no gas anywhere. Continue reading “A storm of Many Faces – Faces of Community”→