I do not think anyone should have to get out of bed when
there is snow on the ground. That is why I woke up 45 minutes late. So I am dancing
through the house trying to find the shower and my little runner beats me to it.
Not fun! So I had to do what I haven’t done in months… Use the boy’s bathroom.
Ok so it’s a little tidier than ours but still.
We are all in panic mode trying to get out of the house and
the silly thing is no one can leave the house without a shower, not even the four
year old. No, washing our face and brushing our teeth is not enough. We all
require a shower, even if we had one the night before. Maybe not a bad habit?! Finally
we make it out the door and that’s when the mishaps begin. Tristan tangles with
an ice patch and the ice patch is victorious.
Yes, and meanwhile in the car my windshield is covered with
ice. Not fun! I sit in the car talking to it as if that were going to hurry the
ice along. Finally we drive to town and I drop off Josh, maybe a tad bit late.
Now we fly on over to Tristan’s school and today I won’t even try and sneak him
in. I will park right up front, march in like a champ and confess that I am
late. He seems happy to be taking this adventure of a new door way. I however
am not. I stand in line for his slip of shame and walk down the hall in hopes
to still catch a breakfast plate. In the door way stand two Life Changers
helping a child that seems to be having a meltdown. While another teacher sits
on the floor with this child. Makes my heart warm.
We walk into the cafeteria and the cafeteria lady says, “there
he is Tristan is here.” They happily fix him a place while his teacher goes to
the lunch line and assists him in deciding on white or chocolate milk. While he,
happily dances while he waits for his goods. Yes he dances at 4 he doesn’t understand
that grandma has failed and brought him late to school. He dances, yes he
dances that they celebrate his arrival. What if we all celebrated people regardless
of their failures?
I depart with a mission. I think of my son, JD and he loves
him some breakfast burritos. So much in fact that he believes he keeps this
breakfast joint in business. Well I don’t want it to shut down because he is
out for 8 months so I go and buy a burrito to pay tribute to my son. Okay I am
not a fan of the taste really or the price to be honest. But I do it anyway. It allows me to dance even if he is not with me. As I arrive and peer through the window. I notice the lady preparing my food has a
slight dance in her step as she works. Hmmm.
Now I am really late and I don’t have time to stop for my
tea. Or do I? I head in that direction and low and behold I look to my right
and there is a woman dancing at a bus stop. Yes she is dancing. It is probably
about 15 degrees and I have a choice to make. I can look away and go get my tea
or I can stop and ask if she trust me for a ride. I turn in and pull up to her.
She looks at me a little crooked and maybe a little embarrassed as she has been
caught dancing. She tells me she’s dancing to keep warm. No need to explain, as
at this point in my day I get why we should all dance.
She is in need of a ride to the AISD administration building.
She just got a job at one of the schools and she is needing to get some paper
work turned in. She is happy to have a second job now. She is also happy to announce
that she has been married for two years and just as proud to announce that they
have two dogs. I hear her dancing as she speaks.
Half the population in our country is receiving government
assistance. Just a thought but what if the other half behaved as humans and
helped one person. Yes just one. Wow maybe we would eradicate poverty in our
lifetime. Ok so no a ride maybe won’t eradicate poverty but adding value to
someone in a way that removes shame will allow hope to creep in. And maybe just
maybe that will eradicate poverty. Because you know when Hope is present
nothing is impossible. Go out there and love. Go out there and dance. If you don’t
have a reason to dance, do something for someone else. It may just allow you
and them the opportunity to dance. Live people live.
