I heard a story today. A Compeling story written by an American Author. In it she tells a parallel of hurt and history...
The story tells of a women who takes her boyfriends Daughter, who never knew her mother, driving. She was 8 and very opinionated... Didn't want to go, didn't care to talk etc... she was hurt. The women herself didn't want to talk or share anything with the girl except she felt a duty to do so...
She took her to the only place she could think of, the pawn shop.
It got her thinking that she normally was on the other side of the balance, selling house hold items or jewelry in order to pay bills etc...
Now here she was and it dawned on her how her entire life was like a second hand shop... She was always pawning her happiness for the next big thing.
It was sad but got me thinking... When you understand how people feel then you can meet them where they are...
Do all 'lost' people feel like someone elses used stuff? Like the item that no one wants that they sell for the thing they want? That thing that people only buy when they can't afford the real thing?
Have you ever felt like that?
I think we all have...
Yet in this story the girl saw a bike! She fell in love with it and after some barganing the woman bought it for her. She was so full of smiles. And when she saw that this woman had traded the shoes off her feet for the bike, she knew she cared.
Are we willing to trade the shoes off of our feet for someone who doens't have food? How about the shirt on your back, or even just one of the 50 that you never wear that are in your closet...
When we have so much, why do we give so little?
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