Sometimes I live in a world of complacency. While I am always grateful for my life and the blessings that continue to shower upon me, it always takes one moment or one encounter to really jolt me back into a state of awe.
Last night, I met a man who is working hard to get his life back on track. Riddled with the disease of addiction, he is residing in a half way house and focused on his recovery. Welcomed into our home for a gathering, he was offered a cup of coffee. I don’t think twice about the luxury that I have simply making a cup of coffee from my Keurig. This man was so thankful for the gesture all the while complimenting the taste of this piping hot beverage. Simply put, that brought me back to a place of humility. How many times do I take for granted even the tiniest luxuries that I have?
I woke up this morning still thinking about that man. Even though he probably didn’t realize it, he showed me raw gratitude. That essence that even the smallest gesture can bring joy. It impacted my outlook in a powerful way.
As I write this, I am sitting in my modest home that is warm and dry. I am typing on a computer that is fueled by electricity that I can afford to pay. In order for my gratitude to be in its most authentic form, I must start with the basics…..food, clothing, and shelter. It is the foundation that grows with all the other blessings that are bestowed on me. Remembering that even the smallest act of giving can make an impression. Even though this man had virtually nothing, he shimmered in gratitude. In fact, he was richer than most people I know.
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