"Any morning the man upstairs decides to open up my eyes is a good day."
"As long as I'm up here and not underneath this ground, I'm doing alright."
Two different unhoused men this week shared such similar sentiments with me, in two very different places, in two very different contexts. Both of them beamed with bright eyes and huge smiles, a kind of vibrance that could not be dimmed by circumstance. I was stunned each time. These two men spend their days seeking, searching, packing, moving, scrambling, fighting for survival. They spend their days asking for help and taking support where it's given. To be homeless is to constantly, constantly, constantly struggle, to rarely ever find a moment of peace. Despite it all, they welcome each sunrise as a gift. They have every reason to feel angry, frustrated, hopeless, abused, ignored, unloved, abandoned, etc, but they choose another path. They choose gratitude.
My life is strange these days. I'm certainly far off the high speed train tracks I defined myself by even 2 years ago, but I feel lucky every day that these are my teachers. They show me more than sitting at my Google desk ever could.
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We had a wonderful time at our Family Game Night. // Hope you did too!