Counting My Blessings

Counting My Blessings

I watch with pride as a group of young girls kick the soccer ball into each others goal nets.  Determination etches their young faces.  Their bold spirit exhibited.  No frills on the field.  Pure energy!

I listened to a seagull laugh it seemed at me as I crossed the parking lot.  I sure wanted to laugh back but soon realized how ridiculous that would be.
Instead I counted my blessings on this mild breezy Spring day.

Headed into the restaurant I ordered and took a seat by the window.
The couple across from me were about my age.  They assisted their adult wheelchair confined daughter with her meal.  She should have been able to play soccer I think sadly. I wonder what her life story is.  It was sweet to witness their interaction with her.  Devoted parents.  Loved daughter.
I counted my blessings.

A young college age girl using her laptop made some odd gestures as she talked it seemed to herself.  Signs of Aspergers evident in her mannerisms.  She got up loaded her things on her bike and peddled off continuing to mouth a silent conversation all the while.  Happy girl with pretty hair in the sunshine.

The umbrellas struggle in the stiff wind on the other side of the window.
A lady reads under one of them.  She is alone like me.  I wonder does she feel like this, too?  A crumb is fed to one of the begging birds near her chair.  Lucky bird.

I finished up and went about my day.  Filling up the minutes of hours thinking of ordinary moments.

A lady asks me for money for gas but I don't have enough cash.
But when I finish filling my thirsty car, I swipe my card and give hers a drink to fill it up.  Her little girl smiles through the dirty car window at me.

Each day is a new one as I learn how to be me.

Today I have had a blessed day!

Cathy Windham
3/30/14