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Monday, January 23, 2012

One of those days...

Note: this blog post was written last Friday but due to life getting in the way, you are just reading it now:

So when I was composing this blog in my head this morning (as I usually do…the one that goes along with the photos I've been taking all week) I didn't at all intend for it to take the direction it did.

I started off thinking I was going to talk about the fact that I am almost halfway through my 1st resolution, to cut out refined sugars, and how its been going.  But then I went to the funeral of my best friend's grandfather and learned about the amazing life he had lead, which included surviving the Holocaust, fighting in the underground army in Poland, raising three daughters, 4 grandchildren, 3 great-grandchildren, and spending his last day swimming in the ocean…not knowing it would be his flast day.  Most of these things I didn't know because to me, he was just Stacey's Zaidy who smiled a lot and always made sure their freezer was full of chicken.

On the way home from the funeral, I saw a man, an older man, standing on a street corner holding up a sign stating that he was homeless and needed help.  My first thought was to do nothing. But then I thought of Zaidy and the remarkable life he had lead. A life that up until an hour ago, I knew nothing about.  I looked at the man on the corner and realized that he, too, had a life that I know nothing about. I wondered what could have possibly happened in his life that would result in him ending up where he is.  I am sure when he was a baby and then a little boy, the hopes and dreams his parents had for him did not include begging in the cold for spare change.   And when he was a young man, embarking on adulthood and looking towards his future, this was probably not how he pictured his life would turn out.  

Nobody would choose to be homeless, begging for money on a freezing cold corner…whether they are mentally ill, addicted to drugs or alcohol, escaping an abusive home, or whatever the reason. Nobody would ever willingly choose to live the life this man is leading. 

I stuck my hand in my pocket and gave this man its contents.  I am not going to tell you how much I gave because its not important.  Some of you will think it was too much and some of you (like my son) will say that it wasn't enough.  Either way, in a tiny way, I hope I was able to make this man's life just a tiny bit better.

Not best, just better.  And thats really what my resolutions are about this year, right? Making life just a tiny bit better?


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