This morning I moved the car out of the garage to warm it up a bit. When I got out and stepped onto the driveway, I slipped on the ice. If I had seen myself, I would imagine I looked like one of those cartoon characters where the legs go out from under them and they fall onto their back. When I realized what had happened, I saw I had landed on my left arm, the same arm that I dislocated my elbow last winter snowboarding. I also found I had clamped my teeth down and hit my front tooth really hard. The same front tooth that has a cap from when I fell at 17 years old skiing and broke my two front teeth off. Gladly my arm was fine and my tooth was still in tact but I did spend some time afterwards thinking about my winter sports choices.
Charlie went off to school this morning on the bus. I watched him get on at the bottom of the driveway. He’s the first kid on the bus on this route. I watched as he walked all the way to the back seat. The bus sat for a bit. I saw the bus driver get up and crack open a few of the windows. I figured out that she had cranked up the heat and kept the windows up on the ride from the center of town to our driveway. She had made it a point to warm the bus up and then once my son got on, she cracked the windows to get the air circulating and keep the bus safer and well ventilated for the kids’ ride to school. I can’t tell you how deeply that touched me. There are so many people doing these small things to care for others during this stupid pandemic. The small things are the big things.
I read this today:
Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I have found that it is the small every day deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.
– Gandalf
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Pam Moore Gainer 