Little reminders
Sandro and I met an old man at the car wash today. He had brought his
little Shitzu with him, a 4-year-old named Happy, so of course we had
to admire the little fellow. Turns out the old man was a missionary in
Thailand for 18 years, raised five kids there, adopted a Korean boy,
before returning to CA. The Korean-born son married a Filipina and he
remembers attending their wedding in Manila and seeing a sign that
read, "Antiques made to order." He had a good laugh about that. A
couple of his kids are missionaries too, with one even bringing a
granddaughter along on a return trip to Thailand.
The old man's car was a nondescript light blue Buick, he was neatly dressed but not too natty, but he looked as happy as could be waiting there at the car wash, like he didn't have a care in the world.
The old man's car was a nondescript light blue Buick, he was neatly dressed but not too natty, but he looked as happy as could be waiting there at the car wash, like he didn't have a care in the world.
Driving home I
thought how wonderful, simple and useful this old man was, how
selflessly he spent his life and what peace he exuded. I think of how selfish I am, pouting when
I can't buy a new JJill blouse, feeling sorry for myself when Hubby
gently reminds me to be more thrifty. Heroes abound in everyday life. I am not one of them.
I wish my boys will grow up with the same set of true-blue, solid values as that old man. And I hope I will never forget to count my blessings and be grateful for the life I have, every day.
I wish my boys will grow up with the same set of true-blue, solid values as that old man. And I hope I will never forget to count my blessings and be grateful for the life I have, every day.
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