When we were licensed foster parents, one of the children who stayed with us joined the Young Marines. The leader of the local Young Marines was outstanding. The foster boy truly responded to the discipline of the program. He was ready to participate in the annual Memorial Day service, therefore we all attended.
My respect grew. And, my respect to those who serve for our country continues to grow. Today, as a freelance reporter, I cover Memorial Day services and get to see a picture that shines a light on spirituality.
From 21st Century Science and Health, “We become more respectful and caring as we get to know the divine nature better and love Soul understandingly.”
So, for some reason I noticed Ingrid Bergman has noticeable nose. I watched the film, The Inn of the Sixth Happiness, a take on the life of Gladys May Aylward, portrayed by the actress, Ingrid Bergman. Maybe her nose stuck out to remind me it really doesn’t matter what body shape we have, it’s what we do with the body and mind that makes a difference and Ingrid Bergman did an outstanding job of acting.
Gladys May Aylward (1902-1970) was a British evangelical Christian who felt compelled to do her missionary work in China. I’m sure the film, The Inn of the Sixth Happiness was built loosely on reality, as all movies are, but it is worth seeing.
Knowing our place in the world comes with knowing our self as God knows us. Gladys May Aylward knew God made her honest, loving, giving, and strong. This attitude carried her to China where she adopted children and adapted to another culture where she learned to help them as they understood.
Pain comes in many forms. It can be physical or mental. Either way, most of us don’t like pain and are thankful when it can be reduced at any level.
I am a freelance writer and always am on the look-out for a story. Yesterday, I was driving to a school to pick up a story about children gardening. I passed a row of unusual looking trees, and a man walking alongside the road. His clothes were dirty and he looked a bit disheveled, but I turned my car around and drove back to talk with him.
I introduced myself as a newspaper writer and wondered if he knew anything about the trees planted alongside the road. He spoke with a heavy Italian accent, and affirmed, he was the one who planted them. Then he asked if I could drive him home because his foot was hurting really badly.
He was out on his 4-wheeler and the motorcycle got stuck. Walking home was torment because he recently had broken his foot. He had a sense of humor as he stuffed himself into my little car, but was so thankful for the ride, that he apologized for being so big.
I drove him to his house, on the hill. We made a deal that I’d come back in one hour to talk with him.
His love of the land kept him outside working in the dirt, planting trees. After talking with him, I discovered he was a wealth of joy. I will write up his story of someone who decided to keep planting trees.
Yesterday day went on for me. I had to cover a Village meeting in the evening. These meetings are notorious for being inefficient and long. Another reporter and I sat together. Although, that reporter and I basically write for competitive local newspapers, no one would know it because we were there supporting and helping one another through the long evening.
In light of the pain in the world, I hold to my gratitude for anytime the pain is reduced.