Car trouble again with the 1
st and 2
nd mortgage due; school clothes yet to buy with one paycheck remaining before the kids’ first day; all of the utilities are due including our family cellular plan at a ridiculous $180/month. It seems as though the hits just keep on coming.
I’m off work for the weekend but without plans, as we hunker down for the foreboding financial storm. I start to feel a little sorry for myself and then I hear my mother’s voice in infinite wisdom and I reflect upon the words she once spoke to me. My heart recognizes the truth in her message and I’ll do my best here to convey her intention.
“Mijo, times are tough these days for most of us, even for those with money. The difficulties people face today range from what might seem the most trivial of frustrations, to the sick and the dying. True pain reveals itself in the fracture of a family due to divorce or in the tragic loss of child. In some homes, there isn’t enough food to eat and the electricity has long been disconnected. In cities throughout this fair country of ours, thousands of people remain homeless. Even the wealthy, with all their “horses and men” are not immune to calamity. All the money in the world won’t guarantee you a healthy child or faithful husband or wife. There are people in this world who are at this moment; dealing with true sorrow.
Now ask yourself this: Is what you’re facing today, as doleful as “what could be”? What I mean is that there are thousands of lost souls within this world that would gladly trade places with you. In our midst of being ‘broke’ and having to forego the new movie release this Friday night, there are plenty of people
who would love to have our problems. They would line up to have a family to sit down to dinner with; to have children both safe and healthy who love them; to have a home that’s warm in the winter and cool in the summer; to have a comfortable bed to sleep in; to wake up next to a spouse who supports them; to have food in the fridge and a job to go to… You must thank God each day for
your precious life, mijo. "
I remembered these words as I watched the kids swim at the city pool, two blocks down the street. It was $2.00 for them to get in, and they took turns showing off their wares from the low dives and then their more subdued stunts from the high diving board. We sat on the grass and drank Kool-Aid with ice from a water bottle brought from home. Our children were more than content with such a captive audience and the restlessness within my soul was quieted as I looked into the greying sky, with its culmination of heavier clouds and an incoming breeze. My conscience then spoke:
"It's another beautiful day..."
(thanks, Mom)