When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
James taught me the truth of Longfellow’s words. I spent the last 37 years of my life serving myself and my needs. Since his death, every day, I try to get up with a heart for others – no matter what the circumstances. Recently, I’ve had some personal challenges with people aside from the death of my beloved son. Tomorrow morning, I will wake up and start over – like every day – asking what can I do to make someone else’s day a little better – to bring a smile to someone who may be suffering. “The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.”
Shine a light into someone’s day tomorrow. Just because you can.
Mommy loves you, James. And I won’t forget your lessons.