There is such a thing as carrot balls and there are numerous recipes for making them. However, this recipe is about “love.” As is my usual thing to try and carry too many things at one time. (Do you do that?)
I want to make one trip only. I get a bunch of things in my arms and hands to carry all at once. Well, sometimes that just doesn’t work out. I end up dropping something. I could have called for help, but the purpose of this whole event would have been thwarted.
I had my telephone [I already broke the glass; but refuse to spend $150 to repair], two sets of keys, laptop, coat [it’s cold now, you know] purse, umbrella and lunch for the day. I usually bring apples, almost raw vegetables, like collard greens, kale and maybe some granola and other stuff. On this particular day and time, I was not as balanced this day carrying stuff. As weight and bulk would have it, I dropped most all the things and my Mr. Lid lunch container.
The lids attached. I gave up on the containers with separate tops and lids. You have to juggle the right size top for the right size container. It’s a mess. (Please keep reading. I’m making a point.) I dropped my container. All its contents fell on the sidewalk in front of the gate at my office! Now, that was very awkward, dropping my food on the sidewalk.
True story. I’m bent over picking up green broccoli, white cauliflower, carrot balls and some other food. As I had mostly finished picking up my lunch, I saw some feet approach me as I straightened up. I’m saying in my mind, “There must be some purpose in this.”
A young man appeared, about nineteen years. I spoke to him. My Mr. Lid was hanging open [If I had the other kind of container, it would be rolling down the street]. Determined to pick up every piece of broccoli; I didn’t want people to walk and squash food on the sidewalk.
So, I’m seeing this young man. We spoke to each other. He eyes the container with the food picked up from the sidewalk. He looks in the container and points, saying, “I like this kind here,” pointing to the broccoli. I was about to say, but it fell on the ground. Seems like he read my thought. He immediately said, “It’s okay.” I said, “Do you want this?” He said, “Yes.” My, My, My. I gave him the entire container with the vegetables and he happily walked on munching. Isn’t it wonderful.
Some little something can help someone so very much. All things have purpose if we can see purpose in all things and good. Happy Holidays!!
Teach the children every day. Jeanette Grattan Parker, Ph.D., Superintendent Today’s Fresh Start Charter School; speaker, All rights reserved copyright: Will You Marry Me; Inquiring Minds Want to Know. email@example.com