This is not about me but It is a reminder. This is about the Holiday Season as every day should be regarding humanity.
I had gone down to pick up some milk and getting over my annual flu bug when I happened up on the scene of this song. I had my kids with me as usual. Especially today as I am recovering from a nasty flu just like last year and I needed them to just be with me in case I grabbed more than a gallon of milk. (fat chance..it's the end of the month). Here in the sunshine state, oranges are plentiful. Beautiful juicy oranges. I was given some today. I saw a young woman on the edge of a church yard and the sidewalk.and possibly on the edge of the world. I saw her with her head down and her backpack. I stopped. We shared oranges and conversation and I won't reveal anymore about the encounter except I did all I could. I hope and pray that I did. Her tears had dried and her wishes I respected but what she wanted ..was to talk and to vent....She was emotionally distraught. it was right in the heart of town and nobody was stopping and I remembered this song.
Please, please if you see someone so down, stop.. This is three days before Christmas and I have never ever been this close to this kind of situtioan at Christmas or at least that I recall. I talked last Sunday to some homeless folks but this situation was different. Again, all I am going to say about the encounter, except my kids were great waiting in the car while this young woman and me talked. I asked them to hand me the sack of oranges and we sat in the grass and talked. Please don't hurry past people, you may be missing the best part of the Holiday season if you do. Listen to these words and envision it being a woman instead of a man.
This song is not by Jim Reeves but Roy Oberson.
Like I said, this is a reminder for you to look around and stop and do something for your fellow man or woman, if it is just smiling and listening or sharing some oranges.
I really didn't care that I looked a fright, or had forgotten my teeth that won't stay in when I am sick or that people were buzzing past us like we were invisible. It was my Christmas present to me and when I got back in the car my 16 year old had tears in her eyes while my 6 year old said, " I love you Mommy". You can't buy that and the 1 percent have no clue. As the kids say, "We aren't poor. Just broke..." Today I thought I was helping someone, turns out, it was me who got helped. My soul got a kickstart. It was scenes like this that make me believe so strongly in OWS and appreciate my family and friends. I am blessed. Every single word including the church bells, was true. Every word of the song.