Guess what, others feel the same way when it happens in reverse.
Take traffic for example. We say things and do hand gestures in our car when someone cuts us off, pulls in front of us or stops suddenly, etc.
And yet we act like we never commit the same offense.
Get a grip and extend forgiveness. And, I’m sorry I didn’t show up at Church yesterday to fulfill my Lector responsibilities. I forgot and and took the day off by mistake.
This story , by Janine Allen, arrived via email the other day, and thought today, the four-month anniversary of Carter’s farewell would be a nice time to share it.
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.
A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
One of the all-time great comedians, Bill Cosby, shares a short story about why he thought he was Jesus Christ. Do great work this Memorial Day, no matter what anyone calls you:
Patrick Henry Hughes was born without eyes, legs that don’t work and arms that barely work. Imagine his parents surprise and subsequent life challenges. Imagine Patrick’s life challenges.
Imagine your own.
Debbie, our dearly beloved colleague and friend, we miss you already and we don’t understand why you had to leave so soon.
I hope we all meet again on “the other side”. Offering this personal video I shot during Easter as a final tribute to your final destination, wherever that might be.