I always thought I had it hard. I have an aweful case of acne, I'm not that strong, I have bad hair, bad looks, I got the worst of the gene pool, my friends and family all know the perfect ways to get under my skin, and insist on doing it all the time. Last night I learned how great my life is.
My mom, dad, and I were at our ward's choir practice, when half way through a man came in and sat in the back rows and just watched. My dad went down to talk to him (he's in the Bishopric, but I don't think that's why he did it), and it turned out he was hoping someone would give him a ride to a town around twenty miles. The man was homeless, carless, and moneyless. He had hitch-hiked all the way to his friend's house twenty miles away. When he got there his friend wasn't there, so he turned around and started walking back. He got a ride down to our church, and then the driver said maybe he could find a ride inside, so he went inside.
My dad and I had the opportunity to give him a ride back to his town. It really changed my outlook on life, he usually stayed at Salvation Army, but it had closed that night, so he told us he'd find a place tonight to stay and then tomorrow night he'd go to Salvation Army.
I can't imagine a life like that. My biggest worries are all lame in comparrison, I don't have to wake up worrying about whether or not I'll have a roof over my head that night, I always have enough food in the fridge, in fact I have enough that I can waste some. I've always heard of homeless people, but meeting one brought the reality home to me. Those are the people that I want to be able to do something for someday. I guess I just realized how blessed my family and I are, and I'm happy that I have my life.
With something to think about,
This is Zelos signing off.
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