Ever have one of those days when you're feeling down on yourself? And then God slaps you back to reality?
I've had more than one of those moments lately. But one in particular I want to share. It's about an employee at our company I've never met.
This person had the misfortune of losing every possession in her home last week. Every item, as her family watched their home burn to the ground.
The cool part was watching how employees came together to help this family, people that they've never met. They brought diapers, and clothing, and shoes. An empty office stored items that were being catalogued by a coworker to make sure the family's needs were being met. It was an amazing thing to see, and I felt humbled and apologetic for my two bags of baby gear, plucked from the stash for my sister.
But the whole experience got me wondering. If I was in her shoes, what did I really need?
My library of books crammed on the shelves? Fun, but truthfully collecting dust. My stamp collection from when I was 11 that I've kept for years? Stealing space in my storeroom. Those extra clothes in my closet, waiting for a size change? Held captive from a person who could use them.
In the end, it's about keeping my family safe from harm. The other things are just ancillaries.