Yesterday my mother-in-law showed up at my house for five minutes, handing me flowers and wishing me a happy May Day before disappearing again. This might not seem remarkable, but what's funny is that she had to drive for an hour to get to our house. And, we're going to see her on Sunday. She didn't need to make the trip at all.
These minute acts of kindness are what make life bearable. They're spots of brightness punctuating the monotony, the boredom, the uncaring and despair that can otherwise creep in. They're kind of like the legend that says that the stars are holes in the blanket of darkness covering the earth, letting in little pinpoints of the Light beyond.
Now, my life is really pretty idyllic when it comes down to it. I have a wonderfully loving and supportive husband (he's cute, too), gorgeous children, a cool job, and lovely family and friends (as witnessed by the above). But sometimes we all need help. M'aider. Help me. Come to my rescue, I'm drowning, I'm dying. May Day...
And then help arrives. If we ask, we receive. Knock, and the door opens. There's a way out somewhere. It might be the tiniest crack to squeeze through, invisible at first, in the place we least expect or want, but it's there.
My wish is that I have the courage to ask for help when I need it, and the grace to accept it when it comes. I wish the same for you, dear reader. M'aider. Happy May Day, everybody.
These minute acts of kindness are what make life bearable. They're spots of brightness punctuating the monotony, the boredom, the uncaring and despair that can otherwise creep in. They're kind of like the legend that says that the stars are holes in the blanket of darkness covering the earth, letting in little pinpoints of the Light beyond.
Now, my life is really pretty idyllic when it comes down to it. I have a wonderfully loving and supportive husband (he's cute, too), gorgeous children, a cool job, and lovely family and friends (as witnessed by the above). But sometimes we all need help. M'aider. Help me. Come to my rescue, I'm drowning, I'm dying. May Day...
And then help arrives. If we ask, we receive. Knock, and the door opens. There's a way out somewhere. It might be the tiniest crack to squeeze through, invisible at first, in the place we least expect or want, but it's there.
My wish is that I have the courage to ask for help when I need it, and the grace to accept it when it comes. I wish the same for you, dear reader. M'aider. Happy May Day, everybody.
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