Milestones

This past weekend my family and I traveled to Columbus, Ohio, to help celebrate a milestone birthday for my mother, her 80th. We also celebrated my dad's 89th birthday. 3 of my mom's sisters and some of their children we able to attend along with both of my sisters and my brother. 35 of us had a wonderful time sharing memories, catching up on each family and eating until we were stuffed. One of the high points was taking the time to have each of my parent's children and grandchildren who were in attendance, give their personal thoughts and thanks for the impact that my parents have had in their lives. There was the recounting of great memories and events, thanksgiving for wise counsel and guidance, and financial and other support through the years. One comment that came up repeatedly was about the giving nature of both my dad and mom. Both of them worked hard through the years to provide for us. We never really wanted for anything, but we never had much left over either. It was amazing, however, to hear about specific incidents where my dad and mom gave time, or money, or whatever they had to someone who needed it. I remember going with my father every Saturday morning, for several years, to an elderly lady's home and chopping wood for her wood burning stove. She cooked and heated her home with wood. She would have the wood delivered and my dad would come over and chop enough kindling and wood for her to use for the week. My job was to take the chopped kindling and wood up from the basement to a box where this lady would use it from. On the next Saturday we would go back and do it again. My dad didn't get paid for doing this, in fact, he would refuse any payment when it was occasionally offered. When the lady passed away, he didn't get a mention in her will, or even a thank you from the family. We just showed up one Saturday morning to chop wood and found out she had passed away.

Now that we are home, and this most recent celebration will be added to our memory book of great times, I'm thinking about my own personal giving. Would I be willing to give a couple of hours every Saturday morning to someone who really needed the help? Am I so busy with my own "important stuff", that I miss the real need around me? I hope not. Now that this memory is so fresh in my mind, I'm going to be looking a lot closer for people who could use my help.