So, here’s
my story for tonight. I drank some cherry blackberry tea—I was a little
concerned it might taste like cough medicine but it was really good. It might
have been better with honey like they recommended, but I digress—and the string
of the teabag had a paper on it with a Walt Whitman quote: “When I give / I
give myself.” I’m not going to look up where that came from right now, but I’m
sure it’s a great poem.
Walt
Whitman was an interesting man. I respect his compassion for people and his
intense emotions. He went through a lot. He witnessed a lot. He expressed it
instead of holding it in. Often times I wish people would be more willing to
express themselves and say how they really feel. That includes me.
I was at
Wal-Mart earlier today to buy yarn. The man behind me in the checkout line
started a conversation by asking if I knit. I’m thankful for that man. It’s reassuring
that there are still people out there that aren’t so wrapped up in their own
little world but who see others around them. We had a nice little conversation
while waiting. I was once told by a speaker I will probably never hear again
that we need to learn as much as we can from each other while we can—who knows
when or if we will see each other again. Every person you meet, no matter how
short the encounter, can teach you something and you can teach him or her. If
nothing else, you can tell that person through your actions that they are worth
being noticed and being said hi to. Maybe the best way to make somebody’s day
is to tell him or her, “God loves you.” Maybe you even have the courage to ask
that person if they need prayer for anything.
Love never
fails. Love everyone. You are loved.
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