For years I have always given to street beggars because I felt blessed. As a single mom I knew I needed to pay parts of my wages forward as a gift of gratitude. I was thankful I had a job. I was grateful I could scrape by and take care of me and my children without the aid of others. Sure times were hard. I could have used the money to do an activity with my kids. However, the image of people standing in the frigged cold of Colorado begging always haunted me. So, when I found extra (in reality there were no extras) I always shared with no strings attached.
But in this day and time panhandling has been kicked-up-a-notch!
I don’t give to panhandlers like the days of old but I do continue to give. Normally my financial gifts are given to aid sick children or women fighting breast cancer. But when I give to a panhandler I give to the person that has the most creative sign. Because if I’m going to give a very small fraction of my hard-earned taxed dollars to a panhandler I need something in return! Meaning, the person that gets my money, that it now non-taxed to him/her, they need to work for it in some-type of humane capacity.
And what took me down memory lane of giving to panhandlers is the video below of a man who is upset because he got scammed:
As I ponder for meaning to the end of a young life I searched for meaning to my existence. The world has lost a key-player. His name is Liang Yaoyi. He was only 11 years old when he died a heroic death of a man. He lost his life fearlessly to brain cancer. Which means he did not leave the earth as a beaten spectator. He was in the game of life! And he was indeed a key-player that world will miss because . . .
Had he lived he would have became a doctor with purpose. He would have been a trail blazer to the world of medical science. He would have set the world on fire with new medical ideas. His ideas would have taken medicine to greater heights as his love for life became contagious.
His unselfish dying decree surrender him as a leader that understood he had came to the end of his journey. And what is so amazing about his death is: Liang Yaoyi passed the torch of life by donating his liver and kidneys as he bravely recognized he own life was ending.
And I do hope you realize I am writing about the bravery of an 11 year old boy. Fate gave him choices that have spiritually flatten adults; but, he fought to the end of his life with a gallant spirit of a victorious man. RIP Liang Yaoyi for your young life was not lived in vain. [tears]
Respect every smile, you never know, it may have managed to make its way through a million tears. ~Ritu Ghatourey
A couple of days ago I had to quickly run to the grocery store for some packing tape. I didn’t look like a million dollars but I did have my million dollar smile with me. It stood ready to present itself to whoever walked in my path. Yet, once I stepped into the real world I was greeted with scowls and frowns and suddenly my smile quickly began to fade.
Inward chatter: Jeez! What’s wrong with the people today!
A feeling of gloominess swept over me when I looked in their direction. Sadly, they turned their focus to the floor or their stares went blank as if they had the ability to look through me. It seems as if the people who had crossed my path the other day didn’t get up on the right-side of the bed. And guess what?!!! I refused to let any of them give me a bad day. Instead, I gave myself positive self-talk and said, “Next!” Meaning I’m ready for my next life experience.
When I was growing up the actions of others made me feel I was in charge of making sure everyone was happy. If members of my family were having bad days I was the source of their unhappiness. If friends were socially irritated it was my fault they were having a badday.
Needless to say, I spent the better part of my youth being a people pleasure. And sadly that nasty habit followed me into adulthood.
Ritu Ghatourey’s quote is so befitting for my life. I have walked many days, sat many days, worked most days, arose out of bed every day, prayed every day, lamenting over my stolen life during childhood.
I wonder do people even know how to accept a kind gesture as a smile; because, if I compare what happened to me yesterday, I would be hard-pressed to write, “Yes.”
Down through the years I have learned, whether I act like I have acquired knowledge or not, people will give you bad days because it’s storming in their life. To their misfortune, they haven’t learned, nor do they want to learn, the art of dancing in the rain.
My smile was free. And it was a genuine greeting that symbolically gestured peace be with them. It did not deserve, nor did I, the frowns and scowls in return for a random act of kindness.
So as I see things concerning why some people can’t return smiles is as follows: A small pocket of people don’t want kindness. Their little speck of life [stressing little] has become so consumed with bitterness that they don’t know how to project nor accept friendly gestures from others. I feel those types of people are worse than toxic. Too me they are laden with acid! And it’s those types of people I try to keep at a distance because they eat at your soul until nothing is left.
Well, my hour for writing is up. I must go and pull grass and weeds from my flower beds. Peace be with you all!
John Newton is the author of this spiritually enlightenment hymn. At the age of eleven he became a seaman and later was imprisoned. After escaping from those that held him captive he found work on a slave-trading ship. It was then God began to work on his conscience about the cruelties of slavery. And it was then when he wrote this beautiful hymn as a testament to his transformation from being a slave-ship captain to becoming a Christian.
Most often God takes our wrong to right the wrong of man’s inhumanity to man. We’re His wonderful creation with the flaw of cruelty attached to our characters. It is only by God’s amazing grace that saves us from always extending the hand of destruction to our brothers and sisters.
– Prayer –
I pray this day for God’s peace in your life. I ask God to give you His grace. For the Bible says, His grace is enough for you and His power is perfect in your weakness as His grace is new every morning. Have a wonderful day!
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; ‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less dys to sing God’s praise Than when we’d first begun.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Lord, I have read and heard a lot this week. Many of those stories made me feel like I was traveling through a portal of stupidity. Often I found myself asking the following questions: Lord, is my thinking off track? Or are people now enjoying conflict? And why are they enjoying being hoodwinked? What is making them so gullible? And why can’t they see they are being invalidated?
Lord, as I sat in bewilderment over the troubles of the world, I asked, yet, another question, “Where is common sense?” Has it left the world? Has it found a hiding place? Is it sad because humankind no longer has a need for it? Lord, where is common sense? Because as I see things, who would enjoy heartaches, trials and tribulations?
Nothing I read or heard this week made any sense at all except for: “Something that sounds correct could be incorrect.”
— Prayer —
Lord, please bless the world with common sense. For without it mankind will become void in all their ways. So, again, please Lord bless the world with common sense. Amen