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  • As I put Cajun out back to take care of her morning business before I began my Sunday morning food pickup run, I stood admiring my freshly “raked” back yard (more like “blown”, although there was still a good bit of raking involved, as my sore back, arms and leg would attest to), I noticed this last holdout tree, still defiantly hanging onto the majority of her golden-yellow leaves, which glistened in the early morning sun . She had even outlasted the “burning bush, which has burned, and now shed it’s bright reds.
  • I made the trek west to Manassas to begin my food pickups. Each week, this becomes more and more enjoyable for me, if that is even possible. I mean, I just feel like on Sunday mornings, I am absolutely JAMMING – I almost feel illegal, feeling this good. Maybe I’m relating to Robin Hood, even though I’m not stealing from the rich to give to the poor, I’m taking what they’re giving, 400 pounds at a pop, of perfectly good breads, sweets and deli items that would otherwise be thrown away, that instead, within the next day or two, will be in the hands and stomachs of families in need.
  • On my last pickup of the day, as I was sorting the deli items into the cooler behind the van - battling bitterly cold wintry winds, making the 25 degree temps feel like 10, continually blowing the opened rear van doors so I’m continually on the alert for flying doors slamming towards mewhile stowing a ham or a whole chicken in the cooler – this older lady came up to me, out of nowhere, beaming, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Thank you!” I quickly forgot the wind and the cold as I remembered what I’m really doing. Not battling the cold and the wind – taking from the rich, giving to those in need. She had delivered my Sunday morning sermon – two simple words
  • I echoed those same words back to the universe, as I made my way back to the warehouse, loaded down with food, feeling like the king of the world. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I looked up, and my gaze was met with a sky so brilliant, the deep sky blue contrasted so sharply against the white, billowy clouds, I couldn’t help but feel a song in my heart, and another “thanks” escape my lips.
  • Back home, I put Cajun out again, and sure enough, that golden holdout had finally let go, and I no longer had a leaf free yard to be proud of. “Bitch”, I thought as I looked up at her. “JUST kidding!” I could have sworn I heard that tree chuckling as it let fly another round of those big, yellow leaves to rain down on my freshly raked yard.

    It would honestly be hard to be down on anything on a day such as this, full of all of life’s richest blessings. Great way to start the week. Dig it.
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