Autumn Leaves

We saw a man getting beaten up at the corner of an intersection in Southeast Houston this morning...it was 9:03 a.m. Luckily, Kale couldn't see. The guy getting beaten up seemed to be drunk and could barely stand, much less fight back. The guy doing the beating up was, for the most part, uncoordinated as well and got just a few punches in, but tore the guy's shirt and kicked him in his rear unsteadily. Afterwards, the aggressor walked off and crossed the street. And, all of us bystanders just sat there in shock. Like, what the hell is going on? I imagine (and hope) if one of them pulled a gun or really was getting the best of the other guy, someone would've called the police, but it seemed like a drunken girl fight. It just happened so fast and even while you're watching it, you're trying to process what exactly you're seeing. Is this for real? Meanwhile, the other dude leaned up against a wall, caught his breath, gathered his thoughts, then walked off in the other direction. Our light turned green and we drove off. Weird. Can you imagine if that's how your day started? I can only hope the day got better for them.

Another weird story. We were at a school playground last weekend in Sugar Land, when we see several cop cars and emergency vehicles speed past. Soon after the cops return and block off the parking lot where our truck is parked. We stop to see what's happening. Then, we see Life Flight circling above our heads. Yup, Life Flight landed a few hundred feet away from us, right behind our truck. Kale was yelling and pointing "That's mah truck...that's mah truck!" beckoning us to DO SOMETHING. All the trees swayed and leaned in one direction. Dust, leaves, and debris flew all around. It was a sight to see. But, it was also sad to know that someone was in need of such desperate help. After the patient was loaded, we sat silently while the helicopter lifted into the air and said a prayer. For we know the feeling of desperation all too well.

It's so easy to be consumed in your own haves and have nots, but in the realm of life, it's not important. What matters most is that you love and allow yourself to be loved and to be happy. My Grandfather was the definition of love in its' purest form. Unconditional. Unrelenting. Inspirational. I still feel like it wasn't his time. Like something went terribly wrong and I'm stuck here re-reading the directions over and over again. I can let go. But, I don't want to. My Grandfather would often stop me in my tracks, when I looked like my mind was elsewhere, and say "You know, I feel like God is really going to bless us. I can just feel it. You watch." and I would say "Yeah, you know...I think you're right, Popo". And, I do.