The title of this blog is Abundance for a reason. But the reason had nothing to do with what the blog became, and yet what the blog became has everything to do with the reason I started the blog.
Back in April 2005 I was looking closely at attitude. My life was showing ragged edges from wear and tear. More than your usual 46 years of random care and neglect. With smart direction from people who know better, I was directed to looking at gratitude. Their suggestion was for me to look at my gratitude. I must have missed that suggestion. My first venture into gratitude was to look at other people and see that they were or were not living a life of an attitude of gratitude. HA! Typical for me. (I sure hope I am changing my ways. )
Nearly one year later, its a good feeling to acknowledge that I did catch on. Good thing the process was started in April, for by mid-May I was in the midst of chaos. Mistakes last spring could have drastic consequences. An attitude of unfairness would have been cement shoes. Abundance, even a little abundance, in my attitude was a life saver. Sometimes it was a life boat where I could crawl in out of the rough sea. Sometimes the attitude was so small it was just enough to give me a break from treading water.
The air to fill the attitude of abundance so I could float came from many people. Certainly Cathy. She always keeps us going by showing the way of picking up one thing at a time and getting it done. Remarkably Patrick. I never would have expected my young son to be able to show me how to live in a crisis, but he did. Thankfully many long time friends. Nobody had the instructions that don't come with life on how to care for friends who lose a child, but they could give lessons today. Surprisingly people we hardly knew, and some whom we don't know at all, came into our lives and lessened our sorrow for some moments at least. I remember meeting an angel in the basement of a building when I was at my most desperate, resentful moment. Because I hardly remember May, June or much of July, I don't know the date. I just remember the event. It was a Sunday- early evening. The angel had no children of his own, but he knew the evil of resentment and the healing power of abundance. "Resentment is taking poison and expecting the other person to die."
When it looked like everything was lost, we took an inventory of blessings. We are a blessed little family. Thank you for giving us a part of yourself. You did more than you know and if you are reading this, you know I am writing to you.
Peace
Tom
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