OK. So like this is my first attempt at a blog, has never done this before and unlike all the skilled writer and bloggers out there, I am simply gonna keep mine the way I like it, like me :-D SO...I ask myself, what is it about blogging? Is it just putting "pen to paper" so to speak and sharing ones thoughts or is it to show off or make it known that I have a blog.....either way, I always found that little comfort in writing down what I never wanted to or just could not share via my lips...
Daily I see things that make my mind spin, heart ache and hands want to reach out.
A simple drive to town, passing almost every robot one finds a beggar, street vendor or even a guy dishing out pamphlets for some silly scheme or foreign doctor promising good luck or better health or bringing back a lost lover (have to enquire about getting rid of a former one permanently lol ) . I get to thinking, what goes through the minds of such people. I try placing myself in their shoes....in that burning hot sun, or ice cold wind....walking from car to car only to have a person roll up the windows or give that “eish nothing today” line with the hands just after they fumble around in the ashtray. Guilty, I’ve done that myself plenty a times and then the realisation hits me as I pull off.....what about the little amount of coins in the back pocket that could make a big difference in that person’s life?
The other day at the robot at one of our little India places, a woman dressed in full hijab was going car to car. Obviously been walking up and down for a long time with only a few coins collected here and there. As I drove by and handed her what I could, I stared at her. The face of a mother, distressed, tired, hungry, ashamed too as this is not the way she ever thought her life would lead her to. The lines of aging on her face, yet so young. The sun burns and the dry cracked lips tell a story that no one really has the time to listen to or understand. From the onset we judge what we see. Maybe she is a drug addict, or got kicked out of her home by parents for being loose or something or the other. What if this is just a woman born into poverty, struggling to see a bit of life, yearning for a warm bed, wanting a home. All these thoughts cloud my mind yet it won’t change her situation. Often we see such woman at intersections with kids, toddlers, babies of a few months old on their backs or in their hands. I know of one such baby that has actually grown up at a certain intersection. Now she must be around 6.
We raise our hands daily to our Lord asking him to save us from such a fate, offering a prayer for our passed loved ones, our saviors and prophets and for our family. Once in a while we will actually say “oh Lord shower your blessing and mercy upon those less fortunate than us, give them as we have...a simple home, food, shelter, warmth, a life and family”. Is that not a prayer we should recite daily. We tend to take what we have for granted in life. Yes we have this roof over our heads, a place to lay our hats down after a long day at work. A warm meal with a beautiful smile from a spouse that is always trying to please.
Ah yes, human nature at its best, or worst dare I say. I think today I will take the opportunity to appreciate all I have in my world. My simple yet warm home, my loud and noisy yet precious kids, my stress inducing life threatening desk job, even my second hand car that I love especially on a downhill. Most of all I will be great full for my Lord granting a wife as amazing, precious and caring as mine. It’s as if I could never ask too much of her.
Like we always read and laugh at the saying's that a woman is made from the crooked rib of a man, or she is his backbone, or even behind every successful man is a woman ready to wack him on the noggin if he fails...mine is already all that...a pain in the behind. But she has her qualities like making her unique and loved.
Rounding of this story of mine due to time constraints, i have to admit...blogging feels good, sharing is better, charity can change someones life, family is needed and mankind needs to open up more than just eyes.
A simple drive to town, passing almost every robot one finds a beggar, street vendor or even a guy dishing out pamphlets for some silly scheme or foreign doctor promising good luck or better health or bringing back a lost lover (have to enquire about getting rid of a former one permanently lol ) . I get to thinking, what goes through the minds of such people. I try placing myself in their shoes....in that burning hot sun, or ice cold wind....walking from car to car only to have a person roll up the windows or give that “eish nothing today” line with the hands just after they fumble around in the ashtray. Guilty, I’ve done that myself plenty a times and then the realisation hits me as I pull off.....what about the little amount of coins in the back pocket that could make a big difference in that person’s life?
