I don’t know when we as a society began to think that it is okay to demonize the poor, or to let others get away with it.
I don’t know when we began to think that it is okay to harass, or openly disparage those who are suffering.
I don’t know when we began to think that is okay to treat others the way we do not want to be treated.
I don’t know who is too blame for this other than ourselves.
I do know what I can do about it.
It starts with me, and it starts with the lessons I teach my children.
It starts with showing them that giving is the best gift of all.
It starts with kindness.
It starts with enjoying our burnt toast………………….♥♥♥
I burnt my toast
ran through my head
Then I felt ashamed
at my thoughtlessness
when I thought of
those without any bread
So I scraped
off the burnt particles
a pile of darkened crumbs
And I thought of
those with more problems than I
and how much
they must overcome
So I ate a sandwich
with the burnt toast
and felt blessed
and no longer mad
And I smiled
and enjoyed every morsel
for it was
the best sandwich I’ve ever had…