Our Wonderful and Terrible Experiences Define Us. These are a few of mine.
Fear trembling through the voice of a child abandoned by her addicted mother
Wonder inching closer to heaven atop mountains in Ecuador
The last breath of a fallen soldier held in my arms
The sorrow in a child’s eyes
The Love in a mother’s heart
Joy from a kind word
Pride in a homeless man
Beauty from the hands of the Masters
Relief for the return of a missing child
The bottom of a prison bunk
Loss so sudden it buckled my knees
Kindness as an extended hand
The thrill of sailing an expanse of open sky
Compassion at the foot of an empty bed
Faith trudging through ashes
Hope in a rising balloon reaching up to the fallen angel who will be seen again
The Tears of shame as confession is unveiled
Insecurity curled up in the pit of night, under a freeway crossing
Smiles passed along with platters that united a family once torn
Rage as a rallied cry on the lawn of the White House
The laughter of friends gathered close
The excitement of dangling on a rope 90 feet above solid ground
Dreams of flying with joy as the night hours pass
Danger sidestepped as bullets rang out
Gratitude for a moment in the sun
The empty eyes of a child ravaged by parasites
Loyalty standing for a friend beat down by others
Impossible promises fulfilled
Love without question
These are but moments of life.
And all of these served me well.
Meaning, wonder, joy, and appreciation.
I’ve been blessed to know them all.