Alright. I'm NOT a blogger or anything. But today while I was driving this thought came to mind. I woke up at 4:20 am, to take my brother, Mauro, to the airport. I can be a morning person. But really in the middle of the night. 4:20am, kinda hard. Specially when you have to wake up at 6:30 to get ready, and present a project at 7am. ANYWAY; I was complaining (inside-complaining, ifyouknowwhatimean) Thinking, ARGH i hate this. Why do I have to take him to the airport? It's 4:33 am and he wants to turn the radio on. I told him to turn it OFF. He did, after a while. I was still trying to sleep on our way to the airport, a huge blanket was wrapping me up in this large and cozy cacoon. But I was MAD inside, I didnt want to wake up or take him to the airport. Getting off bed was a hard thing to do. It was SNOWING TONS outside, just not in the best mood.
Droped him off. On my way back home, I put some music on (and I started to feel-kinda-bad already, because I told him to turn the radio off)....... After that, I'm comming home and its SNOWING. SNOW SNOW SNOW. I tend to get distracted when its snowing and Im driving, because I like to watch the flakes falling and coming towards the car lights. weird i know. haha
But coming back home so that I could sleep for 1 hour +, felt so good. I'm almost home and I see this REALLY OLD GUY, (cute-little-old-grandpa) around 90 years old. Crossing the street. I dont know if you know, but I live one block away from the SLC temple. And he was OLD, I mean, it was so cute to see him. And it was SNOWING. And he was there, all dressed up, with his back curved, because of his age, crossing the street, slowly. Towards temple square. There was something about him that caught my attention for the entire time he was walking. He was so kind, and so loving, and I could see him serving and helping others. And at that instant, I felt so bad. I was the whole entire morning, complaining about "my life". Whereas I see this old man, so diligent, crossing the street to serve in the House of the Lord. He entered Temple Square and gates, he was going inside. It was EARLY, COLD, he was old. But I bet he wasn't COMPLAINING or saying "Oh crap, I need to wake up ay 4am, because I'm going to serve the Lord. Why cant I just stay in bed?" I bet he was thrilled in what he was doing. And for that moment, thoughts and feelings and a lot of shame came to mind. How ungrateful I was this morning. I don't care about who reads this or not. I'm writing just to keep a record of this instance. But to see him and all his effort. AW. I cant describe. a scripture came to mind when I was seeing him "Quando esta a servico de vosso proximo, esta a servico de vosso Deus".
If the Lord was asking me to do something, I wouldnt even think twice. I would just go forth and do it. And it is the same when you are serving others.
Just made me realize, that life is not about me all the time. Its about other things. Its about serving. Its about loving. Its about being kind and caring for others.
I'm so glad I saw this old guy crossing the street at 5:05 am.
Even though I felt bad for the feelings I've had this morning, Im glad I took something good out of it. At least for me. And that's all for now.
Bye.
PS. sorry if my English sucks. I'm still waking UP.
today has been such a great day. (whatever, letsblog) haha.
