Lest We Forget
Between the woman in California
pepper spraying the crowd in the store so she could get a gaming system to
grandfather getting trampled trying to protect his grandson in the name of
getting a Christmas gift, a big portion of the world has just gone batshit
crazy. When did society run off the
tracks and lose sight? Sure, I remember
growing up and my Mom going out to the holiday sales, but I cannot for the life
of me remember someone getting pepper sprayed or trampled in a crowd. The mere fact that Police get called in on
the events just leaves me at a loss. Not
only has the real story of Christmas been lost but also the real meaning of a
gift.
In its purest form, a gift is giving
something to someone or some entity without the expectation of receiving
something in return. I am thankful for
the gifts people give me daily, and they are indeed a gift. People still look at me funny when I say
thank you for your time or thank you for the hug. I see those as gifts. True story, Lauren asked me the other day what
I wanted for Christmas, and I told her a smile and a hug. To me, those are the real gifts to give. I’ve been blessed to be in a position that if
I desire something tangible, I can get buy it.
The reality is that nothing
tangible means more to me than the gift of time. Give me a hug and laugh with my Dad, some
horse play with Coltan, a hug and slobbery kiss from Tristen, a call from
Johnny saying I was thinking about your, or a note from someone that just says
good morning, and I’m all good. Those
are the real gifts in life.
Lest we forget, a gift
is giving something to someone or some entity without the expectation of
receiving something in return.
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