Time for a post (feel like it or not.) Of children and older people.
Last Christmas J and her parents invited me to take some older folk to town to see the decorations and then for a meal out. It was only at the end that J told me that these people lived in one room rental apartments and were poor and quite alone. I’m glad I didn’t know at first. These things cloud how you see and interact with people and it should only come afterwards, after seeing the real person of great courage and spirit within.
Yesterday I was helping my aunt with her computer at work. As she’d asked on a few occasions, I thought it was time to make good on my word. I got to help a little with the children and am glad I only heard their stories afterwards. For it would have hindered me from interacting with them and seeing their beautiful souls — just as they are.
These past 2 years, it seems like I’ve been on a tour of my country, to see the things that go on here. I’m not sure why I never saw the needs before and the beauty that exists alongside, right where I belong.
Yet, I am no longer that change-the-world free spirit of my late teens to mid 20′s, and can only take in these experiences to ponder and pray.