Into My Own
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
~ Robert Frost
The World Will Follow
I remember a story a friend told me some years ago about a family in such despair, if it wasn’t for The Salvation Army this family wouldn’t have any gifts for their children to put under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning.
I’ve always walked past the man standing in the vestibule of any supermarket standing next to that red tin pot hanging under a Salvation Army sign, ringing his bell, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. The day I heard that story changed the way I felt about the man standing there year after year begging for money. It wasn’t just about the thrift store in the next town over that sells everyone Else’s junk real cheap.
The Salvation Army” is an organization that helps millions of people with dozens of programs for children, adults, and families, across the country. Since then I’ve always made it a point, no matter how many times a week I walked past that man ringing his bell, I would drop what ever money I had in my wallet for those less fortunate people.
This year, although I’m not in the same position as that family long ago, I’m also not in the position to put money in that red tin pot. It breaks my heart to just walk by that man, knowing I wasn’t there to help the next family that needed it more than me
Merry Christmas and have wonderful joyous day
Peace and Love
Cap
A Different Kind of World 