A Fine Day Ahead
I had a feeling it was going to be a fine day today from early on. It was about 6:00 am when I got up to tend to my dogs. I sat outside for an hour, sipped coffee from my thermos and looked across the yard to the day ahead.
Early morning is like no other time of day for me. This morning was especially fine. The chatter of critters hummed from in the trees. I breathed slow and deep and filled my lungs with a pleasant air that could have swallowing me up. I knew from early this morning, there would be a fine day ahead.
I had a few errands to run; a couple of places to go; a hundred people I hoped to visit. There just isn’t enough time in every day, if you ask me. But, today was going to be a fine day; I knew that from the start.
I ordered a print online from one posted Monday (A Fine Day to Pray). The photo was of Willie and JohnBoy taken at fellowship. I wanted to get that photo to my friend first thing today.
When I arrived at the Drug Store to pick up my 22-cent print, I met Helen. Helen is an older lady who pleasantly tried to be helpful. She was amazed at how she didn’t understand ordering prints from home on the computer. I described the photo of my two friends from Sunday's fellowship. I told her that I was taking the print to my volunteer friend in Waconia. I showed Helen the print, and she pointed. Her finger moved between the two as if playing ‘This Little Piggie’, and finally stopped: ‘So, this …this … this is your friend … from town, I mean.’ Helen’s finger pointed to the man wearing the cap. I explained that both men in the photo were my friends; simply, friends. She softly agreed, “Of course.”
Helen rang up my purchases as we chatted. I don’t remember the words we shared, but it was a heart-felt discourse about hope and the homelessness. Tears swelled up in my eyes at one point, and Helen looked up. She asked, “Sir, I’d like to give you a hug.”
There I am, a 50-something old cripple, bent over the counter giving this frail, 70-something mother a big old bear hug. I wish I had pictures. It was an emotional milestone in what proved to be a very fine day.
I visited with a lot of friends today. I do every Friday. I got many hugs throughout the day, but Helen's hug was my frist birthday hug of the day!
Today, I was 53 years old. I was born on the 23rd of June, 1953. It certainly was a fine day … for sure.
Early morning is like no other time of day for me. This morning was especially fine. The chatter of critters hummed from in the trees. I breathed slow and deep and filled my lungs with a pleasant air that could have swallowing me up. I knew from early this morning, there would be a fine day ahead.
I had a few errands to run; a couple of places to go; a hundred people I hoped to visit. There just isn’t enough time in every day, if you ask me. But, today was going to be a fine day; I knew that from the start.
I ordered a print online from one posted Monday (A Fine Day to Pray). The photo was of Willie and JohnBoy taken at fellowship. I wanted to get that photo to my friend first thing today.
When I arrived at the Drug Store to pick up my 22-cent print, I met Helen. Helen is an older lady who pleasantly tried to be helpful. She was amazed at how she didn’t understand ordering prints from home on the computer. I described the photo of my two friends from Sunday's fellowship. I told her that I was taking the print to my volunteer friend in Waconia. I showed Helen the print, and she pointed. Her finger moved between the two as if playing ‘This Little Piggie’, and finally stopped: ‘So, this …this … this is your friend … from town, I mean.’ Helen’s finger pointed to the man wearing the cap. I explained that both men in the photo were my friends; simply, friends. She softly agreed, “Of course.”
Helen rang up my purchases as we chatted. I don’t remember the words we shared, but it was a heart-felt discourse about hope and the homelessness. Tears swelled up in my eyes at one point, and Helen looked up. She asked, “Sir, I’d like to give you a hug.”
There I am, a 50-something old cripple, bent over the counter giving this frail, 70-something mother a big old bear hug. I wish I had pictures. It was an emotional milestone in what proved to be a very fine day.
I visited with a lot of friends today. I do every Friday. I got many hugs throughout the day, but Helen's hug was my frist birthday hug of the day!
Today, I was 53 years old. I was born on the 23rd of June, 1953. It certainly was a fine day … for sure.
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