Thinking of an old friend who suffered a paralyzing aneurism many years ago; thinking of his life, the lives of his wife and children who lost their husband and father essentially shortly after starting a family – and i worry about having new sheets for my bed.
Thinking of the homeless person i saw the other day – and i fear about not having money to fix my car when it breaks in the future.
Thinking of the over 14,000 kids in Ohio who don’t know where their next meal will come from – and i expend much energy feeling sad, hurt, diminished and victimized over something someone said to me.
Thinking of the person in the nursing home whom no one comes to visit – and i have the audacity to complain about feeling lonely.
This selfish little me does not want me to see the big picture and works to keep my focus on ME. How can anyone truly care about others with such a persuasive force keeping true unconditional love covered in a fog of littleness?
