Today was a rough day in the emotions department. People can be sure be hurtful sometimes. And for what? I am sorry, I am not sorry I won’t be treated that way. Moving on. I have mentioned before that seeing my hearts in nature when I run is something I truly believe have been guiding me to the things I see in my dreams. What I didn’t mention is I see hearts elsewhere too. They have shown up in the most random places, at the most undeniably, nothing random about it, just what I needed to see, mind-blowing times. Today was no exception.
Buckaroo and I went and helped feed the homeless dinner. I nearly had to drag him out of the house to go. Nonetheless, it was the first time I have been to this particular place. We helped feed 128 people burgers (with all the fixings) chips and brownies. Some got back in the line for seconds, and even thirds. All of them were dressed nicely. I noticed a woman close to my age with a Coach purse, and Buckaroo recognized a boy from middle school last year. He served the brownies and I served the sliced pickles. When we were cleaning up I noticed I had dropped one on the table. A heart. Why am I not surprised?!
My sliced pickle heart
Driving home there wasn’t the usual bickering over the radio station or Buckaroo texting on his phone. In fact he didn’t even have it out. There was silence. Not an awkward silence, but a no words needed to be said silence. We shared an unspoken understanding. There isn’t a “look” to being homeless anymore. It could be us. It could be anyone we know. We got home and when we got out of the truck I told him we would go help there again next month again. “Okay Mom” he said. I am humbled and I am grateful that I could share this experience with my son. Now I am off to go for a run and I am hoping to beat the sun going down!
Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!