Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Heart Bursts.



Life is hard and sometimes it just gets too hard and before you know it your sadness outshines the rest of you. You talk, laugh, make sarcastic comments. You engage but still somethings amiss. Thats real. Thats the truth, sometimes. But every now and again something incredible happens and you feel so much you feel like you've bursted on the inside. As if you're heart cannot contain it so it overflows. When it happens you awaken and realize that not only are you engaged but your soul is as well. And if you're anything like me you'll begin to make these half kidding half serious weird crying faces. You'll put a hand over your heart and feel a rich goodness seeping into your pores. A moment like that just happened and I felt the need to share.

I was getting into my car after the school bell rang and I left Celest to line up with her class. I sat down and as per usual my two pups were overjoyed with my return. I had just noticed a bottle of lotion spilling so I got frustrated but then i heard a knock on my window. I turned and it was a father I see everyone morning. Oh hello. He raised a plastic bag and I opened my door to see what was happening because at this point I was very confused. He handed me the bag, smiled then told me in Spanish it was for the dogs. I thanked him not knowing what exactly I was grateful for and closed the door. My mom came in just as I was about to look inside when i told her what happened. We looked inside to find a brand new toy and bowl set. My mom found the receipt inside. I sat in confusion trying to process. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt jolting my body. He knows. He knew I kept telling myself. He knows our situation and instead of making judgement or making himself feel like a super good person, even though thats all the makings of a decent human being. He felt empathy so in turn felt compelled to do something. To do what he could. Because one of the things I've learned is that most of the time people just give what they have. I'm no longer concerned with the rest.

They give what they have.
Thats beautiful.
That is all, carry on.





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