V. Bee rediscovers a peice she wrote 25 years ago, which proves blessings are timeless.
"Count Your Blessings . . . "
A slice of Life by V. Bee
August 16th, 2005
By V. Bee
Recently, I was rummaging through some very old material I had written
years and years ago. I was “cleaning” my career - you know, out
with the old and in with the new. My eldest grandson, who a
nine-year old curious, creative child, was giving me a hand - well,
actually, two hands. Needless to say, through the eyes of one so
young, my “old” writings were all very “new” and interesting. An
afternoon of quickly throwing away everything I’d written from day one
when I first started out ended up to be three-day experience of
carefully picking and choosing what to save and what to toss.
I’m attaching something I wrote more than 25 years ago. I’m
dedicating this to my helper - my grandson - who is the person who
found this in the stacks and stacks of paperwork and singled it out.
“Oh, look Grandmother!” His voice was excited as he pulled the
folder out and handed it to me. I looked up at him. “What?” I
took the folder from his hand. “Read it! Grandmother! Did you
write this for the whole world to see?” I wasn’t prepared for
that comment, however, as usual, the eyes and words of a child always
see and say things for what they truly are. Before I could muster
a response to his first question, my grandson asked me, “Grandmother!
do you always write good things so people feel better?” I gave
him a weak smile....I kinda knew the answer to that one.
I Am Thankful
For the family who don’t mind having hot dogs for dinner, because they
are home with me and not out somewhere else; for the teenager who is
complaining about doing dishes because that means he is a home and not
on the streets; for the taxes that I pay because it means that I am
employed; for the mess to clean after a party because it means that I
have been surrounded by friends; for the clothes that fit a little too
snug because it means I have enough to eat; for all the complaining I
hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of
speech; for my huge heating/electrical bill because it means I am warm;
for the person behind me in church that sings off key because it means
that I can hear; for weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means I have been capable of working hard; for the alarm
that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am
alive. I am thankful for too much mail - it reminds me I have
friends who are thinking of me.
Finally, I am thankful for my good health, my friends and my family - most especially, my children.
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