They all just left. All six of them. Six of who? MYP. And I stress, Many. young. people. Three are from this home. Two are sons of my mostly nice older brother who also in turn are - mostly nice. Another is a guy that finds his way here often. And we like it that way. Where did they go? To Seven-Eleven of course! Free Slurpies on 7-11! Seriously. A pile of people walking into the local 7-11 for free drinks. They would make my Grandpa Anderson proud.
I'm going through a lot of food these days. I just can't figure out why... Here they are. All six of them taken last night before they got crazy and stayed up too late.
So this week we went to a hospital. Before we went there we had lunch. I shot this picture across the table. My parents. My sweet, accepting and gracious parents.
Some have called or texted or emailed about wanting or planning to help. I feel like my emotions are in check. Until I hear about the kindness of others and it immediately moves me to bleary-eyes. I'm so very thankful for kindness offered to them.
The hospital. The hospital is a place to go when you need help. I think sometimes a hospital is a place to go when you are needing to be more thankful. I have a talent of people-watching. I saw some there that looked sad and scared and worried and happy. I saw a few very sick little ones being pushed in strollers or wheelchairs. I saw a very old lady being pushed by her slightly-old daughter. I saw a younger lady accompanied by a husband with a tense look in the eyes. After I left and drove my hour home alone I was thinking how health is something we take for granted. That night our MYP were frolicking in a swimming pool. There wasn't worry or sadness or unease about the future. There was health and unbridled joy that I could watch. I don't consider our MYP could have something serious. Maybe I should. Because then I would be thankful for what I do have.
So the Slurpie shuttle will be back soon. I need to get a few things done instead of blogging. Like making more food!