Finding Nails

They would have heard the knock at the door but were distracted by the washer thunking when the load unsettled. The slim blonde boy waited for a few minutes, then turned and walked away.

We rarely get a glimpse from the bird’s eye view showing the impact seemingly inconsequential acts have, but when we do, we clearly understand the web of life and energy we are part of.

If I had that bird’s eye view, I would have seen the boy walking down the dirt road toward his ‘for now home’ where he was being foster cared for. I would have felt his sadness of knowing it was just one more house of people not buying his cookie dough for the school’s fundraiser. There others easily sold boxes on boxes to the grandmas, aunties, and uncles but the slim blonde boy had none of those. He was one of the group feeling a failure in yet one more arena.” ***

I am a ‘looker downer’. There are others like me and we do it because it grounds us. Keeps us, kinesthetically, in touch with our world. I often find nails on our dirt road. The ones that won’t end up in someone’s tire because I saw them while looking down, and picked them up. I claim, “I save my neighborhood!” I missed Matt as he plodded by, too discouraged to try another house. I wonder if I miss too many Matts’ because I am looking down, or just slogging along. I would have SO bought many boxes of cookie dough.

Finding nails is a silly, but noble enough every-day-cause, we all have them in our microcosm. The part we play, and how we enhance it. I just don’t want to miss too many “Matts”.

*** something I wrote somewhere, sometime.

Published by Findyourvoice,findyourjoy

I am a Speech Pathologist by training and trade. Authentic communication is paramount in my life. I am a prolific journaler and aspiring thinker. I am on a journey to find my voice and help others find theirs.

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