Lessons Learned
Once
Upon A Birthday
February
birthdays in the Midwest will typically be wrapped in soft white mountains of
snow, bone-chilling temperatures, and icicles, all necessitating multiple layers
of flannel and wool stuffed under large, toasty, though quite unflattering
stadium coats. This year was no different. It was birthday Saturday morning and already
this teacher’s inbox was filled with lovely, warm words of blessing and friendship
and kindness and love; words and happy wishes of deep and precious value, humbling,
but making glad this teacher’s heart. A perfect start to a birthday. With
coffee in hand, iced snowflakes painting the windows, and slippered feet
propped comfortably upon a chair, the birthday teacher followed some early
morning reading with a bit of fleece scarf tying. Knowing that a birthday
morning meeting would bring this teacher to a downtown neighborhood where
countless many would be acutely feeling the effects of the sub-zero temps, the
thought of bringing a large pile of fleece scarves to a nearby bus stop seemed
the right and perfect birthday gift to give. With more than two dozen scarves folded and
stacked chin high, the birthday teacher entered the bus stop shelter and placed
them on the bus waiting bench. A gentleman approached to wait for the bus and
the teacher encouraged him to be warm and take a scarf. He didn’t speak, but as
the teacher left for the downtown meeting, the gentleman wrapped a fleecy blue
plaid scarf around his neck. The gift of
giving is such a precious heart-filling gift. It indeed was a happy birthday.
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