Driving home from meeting Dan for dinner tonight, I passed a trailer park on the south part of the city. All the trailers are crammed right beside each other, run down and rusty with no yards for the kids to safely play in. I always pass it and feel for the kiddos playing in their small spaces and the elderly sitting out on their tiny porches alone. Today I passed by and there was a middle-aged man, sitting in a wheelchair. Just sitting there. He was an amputee with a missing leg. He sat there in the sun right by the road that runs close to the trailers and was just watching traffic. He wasn't going anywhere. I could tell he was just sitting there enjoying the sunny day. I watched him in my rear view mirror as I passed him by. Ever since I was a little girl, when I'd see a person in a wheelchair, it's always pulled at my heartstrings. I don't want to pity them, I just wish for their life to be easier. It's times like these that I turn off the radio in my car, tears flow uncontrollably and I start to pray. I pray a lot in the car because it's free time without any interruptions. But seeing this man, I prayed for him...my own private prayer. I don't know what his life is like. I hope he has a wonderful family who stands by him and loves and supports him. I hope he enjoys life to the fullest.
I pray that I also become more humble and thankful for my blessings. It's so easy to complain until we see others in a MUCH more unfortunate position.
I AM BLESSED.