Money can’t buy everything
â€śItâ€™s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but itâ€™s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you havenâ€™t lost the things that money canâ€™t buy.â€ť Ââ€”George Horace Lorimer
The email originated from a schoolteacher, married and mother to two beautiful young children. She wrote to ruminate with family and friends about her husbandâ€™s takedown months ago by a mysterious, debilitating disease. He is now steadily making progress toward, possibly, a full recovery.
â€śAs hard as this year has been on my little family, one thing this trial has given us is a restored faith in humanity and a heaping serving of perspective. A neighbor, whose political views are the polar opposite of mine, mowed my grass every week and scooped the dog poop out of my yard. A friend from church who constantly gave me a hard eye roll for choosing to work for a private school organized a meal train and a team of people to pay for a lady to clean my house. Friends we havenâ€™t talked to for way too long wrote letters and long detailed prayers for our family. Our life right now looks different than we expected it would. We have had to get over ourselves enough to lean on a lot of other people for support. Regardless, we will close out this year being more thankful than ever for the people in our life and a better grasp on what is important.â€ť
Historians will undoubtedly describe the end of 2021 as the time of the omicron variant and smash-and-grab robberies on Rodeo Drive.
Innumerable heroes who mowed yards and scooped up dog poop for disabled neighbors may get nary an honorable mention.
This oneâ€™s for them.