I received this email from a friend this morning. It touched me beyond words. I had to share it.
I visit a mentally challenged man every morning when I get coffee. His name is Louie. Yesterday Louie was beside himself.
He can’t speak, he just mumbles. He was shaking his fists and making throat slashing signs. I couldn’t figure out why.
Then I found out that the state workers across the street had stolen his hat while they were teasing him.
Today I brought him a new hat. He started cheering and shaking my hand. I have never seen anyone as happy as Louie just now.
It made me feel good. How can a mentally handicapped man renew my faith in life?
Such a simple gesture meant so much.
I think in the grand scheme of things Louie may have helped me more than I could ever help him.
Life is funny. One seemingly small, random act of kindness can change your perspective on everything.
“Wherever there is a human in need, there is an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference.”
Old Man in Sorrow (On the Threshold of Eternity)
– Van Gogh
We can’t change the past.
October. A cold and lonely month.
Memories of two October’s ago when everything felt hopeful, exciting and new.
As the sky gets grayer, I feel my heart sink lower.
I never asked for everything.
But looking back, when I had love in my life, I felt like I had it all.
I lost that love and now…. I feel lost, too.
And now as the months pass me by… and the summer leaves grow dry and crumble, I feel like a small part of me is crumbling, too.
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But I’m so lucky. To have been blessed with optimism, and an open heart and the belief that hope is never lost.
So I’ll wake up each day, and try to find my smile and keep moving forward.
Looking forward. Trying to search for meaning.
And for love. Never giving up on what I might find.
And trying not to crush the leaves under my feet.