I had some errands to run today. I needed to take my comforter to a Laundromat. I needed to get a haircut. I needed to try to find a pair of jeans that fit my ever enlarging belly.
But first, I had to go to the memorial outside Gabrielle Giffords’ office again.
I was just there, day before yesterday, but that didn’t seem to be enough. I needed more. More of what, I wasn’t quite sure.
But more of something.
It was immediately apparent that the mass of flowers and candles and posters and cards and teddy bears had grown substantially in the two days since my last visit. There were, perhaps, a dozen people there at the time.
I was taking in all the new additions to the memorial, when suddenly, a nearby woman looked straight at me, indicated the woman standing next to her and exclaimed, “This is Gabby’s mother!”
A lovely, diminutive, gray haired woman smiled broadly at me and affirmed, “Yes! I am Gabby’s mom!”
Her smile, nearly bigger than she is, loudly and proudly proclaimed her joy in that fact!
I stood there, for a split second, wondering what on earth I might find to say to this woman who is going through something I cannot even begin to fathom.
And then, I burst into tears.
I was immediately enveloped in a hug that seemed way too big to come from that little body. She hugged me and hugged me and patted my back and murmured soft words of comfort to ME!
I should have been comforting her but it was the other way around.
She insisted that Gabby’s family doesn’t want us to feel sorrow for them. They want us to feel no anger. Instead, they want us to rejoice and be grateful and happy and spread peace.
Before I left the house this morning, I chose a photograph of a collage I made and usually present as a card. This time, I just used the picture itself. The collage is bright and happy colors and has the words LOVE, PEACE and JOY on it.
When I showed her what I had brought, Gabby’s mom’s smile got even brighter. We visited for a few more minutes before that gracious lady left.
I felt as though I had been touched by an angel.
It’s possible that I was.
There’s more to this story, although, none of it better than those few moments I spent with Gabby’s mom.
I had noticed a young woman talking with people and writing in a notebook. I figured she was either a local reporter or a college student working on notes for a paper. Turns out, Ashley Powers is a reporter for the Los Angeles Times.
She interviewed me for a good while and though I doubt she got much worth using in a story, it was interesting to be pushed to answer questions fully. She wasn’t satisfied with my initial, off-hand responses to her questions. She kept following up until I got to the bottom line of what I was really feeling and thinking..
It was a good experience for me to get the answers to some of those questions, which I otherwise might never have asked of myself. She’s good!
Eventually, I returned to my car and my list of errands.
A favorite thrift store is in the same shopping center as my hairdresser. So, I went in to see what treasures I might find, especially looking for some larger, more comfy jeans!
I must digress here for a moment.
My beloved Lazy Boy recliner should have, long ago, been relegated to either a dump or a squatter’s camp! Replacing it has not been high on my list of ‘possibles.’ Firstly, a new one is not in the budget! Secondly, I want the same color as my old one. That color is no longer in ‘vogue’ so I didn’t think my chances of finding one I liked as well were very good.
Are you ahead of me yet? I bet you are.
Yep! A Lazy Boy recliner, which looks brand new and is the exact same color and smaller, ladies’ size as my old one, is now gracing my living room! The price? $29.00!!!!
I was so excited I almost forgot to look for jeans. However, I found three pair that looked like they might work. Hoping at least one pair would fit, I tried them on and each and every pair was just right!
The purchase of all those items set me back a huge $34.53! I am NOT lying to you! On top of already ridiculously low prices, today was Senior Discount Day!!!
I got my haircut. I got my comforter washed.
I got a lottery ticket!
I figure today is, most assuredly, my day for special blessings!
Am I gratful?
You bet!
And I'm hoping each of you have a day of special blessings, just when you need it the most.
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6 comments:
Sharon, yes I think you were touched by an Angel today. Isn't it a marvel how her words about not being angry or sad but rather to be full of hope and peace is just what we all need to hear right now. Too bad some people dont hear it. Take my son and his wife. Since this happened they are standing on their soap box being angry that we are being upset about the hateful speech that has been going on for the past two years. How dare we say that SP or any of the others have fostered this atmosphere of hate speak going on in our country now. I wish they could have been touched by an Angel. Hugs Sharon. It was a very special blessing that you received and shared with all of us today. Namaste. Cathy Cadd
Thanks, Cathy.
Sharon,
What a wonderfully amazing day! The lazy boy and the jeans would have made it magical all by themselves. However, the opportunity to truly be gifted peace, to find respite in the eye of a storm, that is life altering. Anything else that happens at the close of such a spirit-filled day can only continue that serendipity. And whether it prompts us to laughter or tears, it is all meant to bring us - albeit kicking and screaming - into the greater reality of our purpose. So please embrace all of the gifts and the opportunities.
As always you refresh me with your talent and allowing your blessings to become part of mine. Joy always comes in the morning even after devistation. Thanks for the joyful tears that remind me to be grateful. Hugs gf.
Donna
I came across this by doing a search on Blogger for research purposes. I read through some of your entries and saw this one dating back to January, just 3 days after the cowardly attack on Gabrielle Giffords. I think people took the whole "harsh political talk" way too seriously in the aftermath of this horrible shooting. Yes, how dare people judge other people they have some political grudge against. This guy wasn't influenced by Sarah Palin or President Obama or Santa Claus. He was nuts, plain and simple. He became obsessed with Giffords in 2007, long before anyone outside of Alaska had ever heard of Palin. Yes, it is pretty disgusting when some try to point the blame on anything and anyone besides the actual one at fault: the scumbag who did the shooting. Infact, it's also getting kind of old. That said, I like the card you made. Pretty artistic! Nice of you to give it to Giffords' mother. I can't believe she had the strength to go out in public so soon after that attack! I can't believe she had the courage to smile and comfort YOU! Unreal. I don't think Giffords' was even out of a coma at that point. Her baby was in critical condition and she somehow could face the world. I don't know if I would have that kind of strength. God bless her!
Dear Anonymous, I hope you actually get to read this. I am so sorry I never noticed your comment before now. I appreciate your opinion and actually share it to a great degree. I don't think hateful speech is a healthy thing for our country, but you're right, he was crazy and obsessed..and none of it probably had a thing to do with any hateful rhetoric he heard. I really appreciate your comment...and thanks so much for the nice complement, too. :)
Sharon
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