For many of us, we celebrated Easter, a World holiday, with our family and friends. I alone, with many others do not believe in the religious reason for celebrating Easter. However, my religious disbeliefs, do not take away my desire to spend time with my family any chance I can get. We overate, we prayed (to what ever God you believe in), we laughed, we danced, and we rejoiced in thankfulness for the kinship of family.
At some point between pulling up to my mother’s beautifully decorated home, framed by a white picket fence and watching the Orlando & Atlanta NBA playoff game, in a testosterone filled room, I wondered. I wondered how many of us, welcomed strangers into the comforts of our home? How many of us, thought of friends who lost family, or have no family, or family that is distant? The one’s who seldom experience the boisterous rant of an overly intoxicated Uncle during a playoff game, the sound of hard wood floors scuffing as children sprint across chasing each other? Who welcomed, friends who long for the aroma of a dinner, Big Mama prepared the night before, while singing backup for to The Temptations? The friends who can provide an eye witness account of the demolishment of a Peach Cobbler by a person who circled the cobbler for minutes, scaring children away with their barks, then without warning swallowed the entire pie in 30 seconds! How many of us welcomed friends, whose baskets are empty, not just on “Holidays” but the majority of their days!
Extending a branch of kindness, shouldn’t just be reserved for special times of the year, but every possible opportunity we have. We shouldn’t wait until national or local disasters, like the Tornados in, MO this past weekend, to fill someone’s basket. We shouldn’t look to fill baskets with colorful eggs and sugar filled candy, but moments of kindness, conversations that have all the trimmings of a hilarious inside joke. Pictures framed by the mind, and irreplaceable memories weaved together, to blanket those who for whatever reason are unable to create their own, so at moments of despair or loneliness, they can be warmed. They can be comforted in knowing, their baskets will never run empty because of people like you who care!
That’s my Perspective
Truer words were never spoken.
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