The Box Lady
Seated outside a restaurant one evening enjoying dinner, I kept noticing a worn looking woman pushing grocery carts full of folded boxes. She would pass by again and again, aware of her surroundings, yet focused on her task in her own hurried world. Later, as I headed to my car, I rounded the corner to find a large group of grocery carts, neatly lined up, each stacked high with folded boxes. Out of my mouth stumbled, "Wow that's a lot of boxes." Then I noticed the woman. Her eyes peered out at me through her gray fuzzy hair. We looked at each other, her hooded coat framing her deeply lined face. Then she was back to work, not interested in me, or what I thought of her possessions...
All this work for a place to retreat for one night.
My mind wandered...How does one keep track of that many boxes? Where does she hide them during the day? How quickly does she have to move before someone removes the ones left behind? What if it rains? Does she then start all over looking for new cardboard homes the next day?
Most of us have so much in life, we don't even relate to having very little or nothing at all.
We have so much in life, we can't even relate to having very little or nothing at all.
Nowadays, most cities have become accustomed to and almost immune to the homeless. People dart the opposite way to avoid having to pass by them; almost irritated even by the idea. Forgetting that are someone's daughter, son, cousin, student, mother, father. Human. Alive. And very much a part of the community.
Each time I notice a box collecting, cart pushing, tattered clothed person, it reminds me how easy it is to forget whats important in Life….to be grateful…... It reminds me that everyday I take another breath, it is a gift.