What began as a yet-to-be Father’s vision to do something to give back to those less fortunate – as a Family (with children) – has continued for 18 years.
Cheryl was not yet pregnant with our Son when we first volunteered on Thanksgiving 1999.
Miraculously – and at the time we didn’t know – Cheryl was pregnant when we returned a month later for Christmas Day deliveries.
And even on Easter 2000, we were still four months away from our Son’s birth.
The odds of us doing this three times a year, for 18 consecutive years, was a long-shot at best.
Something about serving less fortunate neighbors on days when American tradition has us focus on our own Families – this felt like something worth starting.
As we struggled to become parents from 1992 – 2000, we began shedding things that no longer served us.
Classic rethinking, reprioritizing and recommitting.
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The ultimate confirmation of having wisdom is the profoundly simple revelation that every single day is a final exam. This is taxing either way, so saying it’s too much work is a lame excuse.
To live a single day in the absence of abundant gratitude, joy, compassion, and service is to not yet have wisdom.
Humans are creatures of habit. To live in the way described here, or to not, is a habit.
(photo: Store front window display at upscale mall.)
Hanukkah began yesterday. Six days until Milad un Nabi. One week until Christmas. Eight days until Kwanza.
Fun is in the mental freedom.
To work for years – a lifetime really – to create an unquenchable and habitually positive attitude is to enjoy the fun in the freedom and immunity from negative thoughts, people, messages.
(photo: when one season ends, another begins, so they say)
Are we independent midlife heretics?
Are we desiring independence from the Herd, status quo?
Could there be such a thing as a midlife Independence day?
Yes, yes, and yes.
In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot. – Mark Twain
Many critics, few patriots.
The cost of midlife personal responsibility is high.