Children blow air into their balls just to kick them three or four times and have to blow them up again...
John Steinbeck taught me an important lesson in high school that I am remembering now. My heart grabbed at every word in his book: "The Pearl", yet for a moment, a few weeks ago, I had forgotten. Our young neighbors played with this more-than-worn-out-ball and laughed and enjoyed every minute...until I gifted them a new one and at once...they had to decide who was in charge of it, whose turn it wasn't, who kept it in their keep at night and for a little while the new ball ruined their game and for a little while...I wanted to throw it in the ocean...(we have one you know!) but the blessing of jagged cobblestones on our street make a new ball usable and amiable quickly and life is good again. 
(Grandpa as we were leaving a Young Men /Young Women conference last Sat!)
2 comments:
Aunt Brenda I love love love reading your blog! It is so inspiring. What a blessing you are to all these people and to me! Love you!
I have never wanted to start a fundraiser for 1,000 soccer balls before in my entire life! And yet...who would want to rid the world of such humble joy? Life is a fasinating and rich jumble of emotion...Hope, Love and Kindness seem to be the most important things any of us can give to anyone else. I am going to find someone to be nice to today!
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