My Homeless Valentine

 

 

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

 This is my little hippie-child Valentine and her Valentine. HE is the one one we were shopping for when I learned just how washed up I am. Ha! Laugh or cry...either way, it seems my time has passed...I've had my day.

Or so, that's what she says. Now, it's all about her...and HIM. Oh boy! Man, teenagers have a whole different perspective than the rest of us. I wasn't like that. *snickers*.

Anyway, back to my original intent here. So, upon coming home at the end of the  day on Valentine's, I asked hippie-child, "How was your Valentine's Day?" She responded "Good! How was yours?" Well, at first thought, it was a day like any other day withstanding a little side trip downtown to the local rescue mission to deliver some needed items to a guy who assured me I would find him standing on the corner, as did I.

In an effort to make my day sound a little love-ly, I jokingly replied, I've been out spreading the love! With her witty nature, she was quick to cantor from the other room " but,Did you get any?" For a moment, I tilted my head in recollection then an amazing realization sprung from within, warming my heart in a way I had not thought of during my day.

"Well, YES! Yes, I did, come to think of it" I happily replied after relishing in a moment of mental gratitude. All the while I was much intent on spreading love to my homeless friend, I had missed the meaning of what I  had received in return.

A hug and an I love you from my homeless Valentine.

Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.

Mother Teresa