Sometimes
it’s a simple thought which
gets
you through. Think of all the things
you
do. Very few are recognized for
brushing
their teeth or tying a shoe.
Mow
the lawn a million times and still
the
grass keeps growing. The world is
wild
with ideas, many of which are
never
revealed. This is your life and
you
have learned to know only what
you
know. Remember the time when
you
did or almost did. Does it matter,
does
it count? Who’s keeping a record
of
the deeds? There is an imbalance on
this
ledger of life we live. One day you’re
in
the red; the next day in the black. Even
you
tire of keeping track. You owe; you
have
paid the debt. You give a small
portion
of your earnings to UNICEF so
that
a needy child in Africa gets a bowl
of
rice and is inoculated against a dreaded
disease.
You remain anonymous, yet a
nameless
child in Malawi is fed. Such a
simple-seeming
yet grand gesture. Tonight,
with
a thought such as this you close your
eyes
and fall asleep knowing, in an imbalanced
world
such as this, in the most hidden and
unseen
places, because of you there is a
Thanksgiving
feast shared everyday.
Chris
Hanch 11-23-17
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