Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Today I am grateful for the roof over my head. Very simple, yet so true. There was a time, a very long time ago, when I thought the bank would take away the house I was trying to raise my boys in. So I get it when people wind up homeless.
I think of the temperatures dropping and can’t help but remember the kids I knew when I worked at the school who lived in mom’s car, or shuffled from one “friends” house to another. Sometimes when they got a little help and found an apartment, they only had enough money for a few mattresses. . .on the floor. But they had a roof over their heads. An address. Some place to call home.
In Indonesia, because of the climate, many people have only a roof, no real walls, or if any, just a few. Many compounds are filled with extended family members, with the eldest living under a simple roof over a bed, smack in the middle of the courtyard. “Why?” I asked. “Because so everyone, all of these people around, can take care of old man.” Talk about wisdom! Empathy! Kindness!
How simple. How complicated. How basic. I bet you haven’t thought about your roof in a long, long time. Me, either. But today, now that temperatures are dropping, I am very grateful for the roof over my head.