There was a special group at church yesterday. It was the group that was having an activity in a previous post. This organization is supporting children with leukemia and cancer. The young people in the photo above are some of those children that have been afflicted.
It is times like these that make me realize how fortunate I have been in my life. I believe many of us go through each day never realizing how lucky we are. We get caught up in many trivial things that in the great scheme of life are really unimportant.
I watched many of these children throughout the service. It really tugged on my heart strings. I hope they all benefit from their treatment and live a full life.
They all seemed happy and I think they were all living in the moment. I believe there is something to be learned from them. One never knows when one’s time time is going to come. If we did, would we live differently? I think we would.
One of the best stories that made me think was sent to me in the form of an email. I go back and read it every now and then and it helps me put things in perspective. It is called Life Compared To A Thousand Marbles. Read the post and see if it doesn’t help you order your priorities.
I could not get the thought of those children out of my mind as we drove to our Sunday lunch. We went to the Alcala hotel’s restaurant. I ordered a Cubano sandwich and an order of french fries.
A couple of minutes before my food arrived a little boy, maybe 6 years old came by the table and asked if we had any spare change. I usually don’t give money to children, however with the thought of the children in the photo, I dug in my pocket and pulled out all of my loose change and gave it to him.
He walked back to the table behind me and sat in a chair to watch a little of the program that was on TV. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him sitting there. He looked hungry and I could tell that he was going to take the small amount of change back to help his family.
My sandwich arrived and it was huge and the fries were enough for two. Since the sandwich and fries came on separate plates, I divided the sandwich and fries and gave him a plate. His eyes got as big as saucers.
Again out of the corner of my eye, I could see him eating the fries and the sandwich. He took a little of the sandwich and wrapped it up in a napkin to take with him. I assume it was for someone else in his family. When he got up to leave, he walked back to the table and said, “Muchas gracias”. I felt good. My sandwich and fries filled my belly and his smile filled my heard. Sunday was a great day.