In this place where I live there are a lot of very much older people; people with very hard to live with physical problems along with some of the mental problems that life just produces. I see them, talk to them, pray for them everyday, with the added silent request to God that I can somehow sidestep so much of what I see. My dogs and I have helped more than one oldster back home who went for a walk and just got lost. I listen to those with what I hope is a loving heart who can’t remember they just said that thing and repeat it every three to five minutes. I think to myself, “there, but for the grace of God go I”.
So, it is with a grateful heart I write today. I am not young, but I have good health, can walk the whole mile around The Circle, (which is sometimes more than Da Boys, Yuri and Pepper, my dogs can do); can do Yoga pretty well, though no foot-behind-the-head for me; I can run up and down the stairs at work; carry cones and metal barricades to keep the cars away from the children who come to learn about God and keep them safe: in other words I am still an active participant in life.
My neighbor tells me I am like the energizer bunny, that I am always doing something, not just sitting. My boyfriend says I am a Marine, never giving up on getting that thing done. I am my mother and father’s daughter; if it is messy put it to rights, if it needs to be done no one else can do it like you can. They taught me by example that the very best feeling is when you get a job done well. They also left me with a nudging drive that will not let me just sit, even when I want to.
In this world we live in today my parents would have stood out like a sore thumb. They believed in working for what you want, in having manners and being polite to everyone, in God, in truth, in decency and in the ability of each of us to be the best we can in every circumstance.
I do too, which is why I sort of stick out too. Those finer things of life make it so much more fine. Work is not a disease, it is part of being human. There is nothing more satisfying than working hard to accomplish something and to finish it. It took me ten years of going to college in the evenings to get my AA degree. At the end of those ten years I graduated Cum Laude. I wish my parents had been there see that their girl had learned their lessons well.
So, I guess my neighbor and my boyfriend are right. I am always doing something and my Dad the Marine rubbed off on me. A job well done is a great legacy. Although I think on my headstone it will read: “Did you put that away?”, since that is my lot in life, to put things away, set things to rights, make my corner of the world a tiny bit neater.
Looking out my front windows as I write this I see my lavender gently swaying in the light breeze, sunshine falling across the grass and spilling into my patio. There are things calling to me in their whispering voices to get done, but for right this moment I will take a small pause and say thank you to God for my life, for the parents who gave it to me and taught me to live it the best I can.