Through Rose Coloured Glasses
Some time ago, a cousin sent me a picture of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, my father's maternal grandparents. I did not know a picture of them even existed. It is an amazingly clear picture considering it dates back to the middle 1880’s. The cousin who sent the picture also sent a copy of our family tree, which had been traced back to the 1600's. The names dating back to the seventeenth century fill pages and each name makes me wonder about their story. What were their lives like? What happiness and sorrow, successes and failures were experienced by people who fill the pages in the family tree?
“Random acts of kindness” – doing something for someone you may or may not know and doing so for no other reason than to share an act of kindness - is such a great thing to do. Random acts of kindness or “raks” as they are known, have become popular over the past few years, probably because of social media. Even a small gesture of kindness counts as a rak. Both the person receiving and the person doing the random act of kindness experience enjoyment and satisfaction.
I write about this every year after we’ve had a few weeks of very cold weather, but I can’t stop myself. As I write this, the weather has dipped into the minus thirties, with a wind chill making it feel like minus forty. And once again this year, I want to acknowledge the people I love the most when it is this cold: those wonderful people at local gas stations who fill up my car. I have extended my appreciation other times in this column, but each cold snap reminds once again me how grateful I am, and this cold snap was a doozy! It seemed like it would never end. I’m sure the gas attendants felt like they would forever wear balaclavas and that the ice crystals on their eyelashes would be there permanently.
As I am writing this, we are entering our third solid week of very cold weather. As each day arrives, bringing with it more frigid weather, it is easy to get discouraged and more than just a little angry at Mother Nature. We dream longingly of those days of balmy -25 weather when the air didn’t hurt our cheeks quite so much.