Well folks, I'm back again!
Don't get too used to me—I might disappear without a word of warning again at any given moment. You've been fairly warned. XD
Don't get too used to me—I might disappear without a word of warning again at any given moment. You've been fairly warned. XD
Have you ever walked by someone—someone elderly, to be specific—and, making eye contact, smiled at them?
Have you ever visited a nursing home just to say hello?
Have you ever opened the door for them?
Even a greeter at Walmart—do you smile and politely tip your head, or do you ignore them and brush past?
Or your grandma. Do you ever sit down and talk with her, or do you ignore her and turn on the TV when you visit? Just a simple hug and a "how are you?" or a five-minute shoulder rub would do wonders.
You may be asking what in the world this has to do with Christmas.
Well, this month, our pastor started his sermon with this song:
He then went on to talk about various things, but one thing that stuck out to me was this:
Give a gift that money can't buy.
A simple handshake, a short hug, help across the street, even putting hand lotion on the ladies at the nursing home—you never know what your actions can do for a person.
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if he asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if he asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
As you do your last-minute shopping, don't ignore those around you.
Say hello.
~Kaitlyn
This was amazing, dear. <3 I've been guilty of brushing past people without really *seeing* them. I want to do better. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thanks for this Kaitlyn.
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