I read a blog today from a person struggling to make ends meet. Sound familiar? As I read I remembered my adventures in Kosovo right after the war ended there. I was working as a guard at the Pristina Hospital. The conditions I saw there haunt me to this day! It’s a wonder anyone made it out of there alive. I met two little girls who would come outside in the evening and visit with me. The first girl pushed the wheelchair, she had one leg. The second girl had no legs, they relied on each other to get around. The first little girl couldn’t get any crutches and wheel chairs were even harder to come by. The first little girl had watched as her whole family was shot to death. The missed killing her and left her for dead. The second little girl was marking the family fields for mines when she lost her legs. Mines have safeties that only let them explode if so much weight is applied, well someone took the safety off! These two little girls had nothing! And I do mean NOTHING! Noting but each other and the dreams all little girls share all over the world, to grow up and be happy someday.
Several months later I was investigating a body in a field when I realized I was standing in a mine field. They were plentiful! While I stood there for what seemed like days, I thought about my life and those two little girls. I lot of stuff will run through your mind at a time like that! And I thought about my humble little home in America. How it didn’t seem like much there, but if I had it over here it would seem like a castle! I made it out f the mind field Ok but I was changed forever. I never looked at things the same way again. I thought about the parable of the sparrow and how God provides for the sparrow, how much more he love me and how much more will he provide for me. I realized at that moment he had always taken care of me! Like the story about the foot prints in the sand, he had been carrying me! I still don’t have a lot by some standards, I struggle to make ends meet, some times they do sometimes they just come within sight of each other. But I always have what I need! NEEDS vs WANTS! I WANT a mansion, I NEED shelter! I WANT Perrier, I NEED safe clean drinking water. I WANT nice suits, I have clean clothes! I smile now when I thing about those little girls and wonder what they are doing and what has become of them. I also smile when I think how much God has blessed me with!
I hear people scream about illegals taking “OUR JOBS!” The jobs they do most of us wouldn’t! That’s how they got them in the first place! I have seen the third world up close and personal, and I won’t judge anyone for trying to escape! This is the greatest country on Earth! While I was in Kosovo I heard some of the other workers from other countries taking about the bad attitudes most Americans have (and we do!) they couldn’t see me and I just listened. After a few minutes my Russian partner walked up to the group and heard them and just shook his head, and said,” You all talk so bad about Americans, but each one of you would sell your mother and grandmother to be one! Now get back to work~!” and without a sound they all looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to work. I am blessed, I maybe poor, but I’m poor in the richest country in the world! We worry about who we should vote for in the elections, AT LEAST WE HAVE ELECTIONS! And we don’t have to worry about being shot if we vote for the wrong person! Sometimes it’s just a matter of perspective and something to help focus it! God bless America, and keep blessing me!
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
Mother Teresa
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fargingbastige
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23 year veteran police officer.I am a father of two and grandfather of three. I love to poke fun at things that need to be examined. My favorite sayings are: Don't sweat the little stuff and try not to think too much. As a police officer, if you don't get complained on once in awhile you're not doing your job! I have already been there, done that, got the scars, tee shirt and coffee cup!
Member Since: 9/28/2007