Last week Jenn came over with her three little ones to help Mindi make pomegranate jelly to give away for Christmas. I found myself sounding like my Mom as I said, "you girls need to learn how to do this because some day I won't be around to help you." Hopefully these two will be able to carry on the traditions of our family by working together on this project. We don't live on the farm where we harvest lots of corn, wheat or vegetables but we do have lots of citrus and pomegranate trees so we have our own little crop to harvest. Yesterday Rich and I had to go into downtown Phoenix to attend a hearing concerning the theft of a large amount of money from our company. It wasn't a fun experience and for someone with anxiety disorder it was scary. As we were leaving it was everything I could do to not lose control and start sobbing. We got in the truck and continued on our way through the middle of Phoenix, past the Herberger Theater, both ASU and UofA Phoenix campuses and on to Bank One Ballpark. It has been years since I have been in the hustle and bustle of downtown Phoenix. As we came up to a light I looked over and saw something I had never seen before. A young man covered from head to toe with shiny silver pop tops attached to his clothes and hood over his head. He was trying to get his belt on, while standing on the corner of the street next to his white and pink bike. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. I told Rich I felt ashamed to have been murmuring about my situation when there are so many others who are so lost and alone on this earth. I have nothing to complain about and need to show my gratitude for all my blessings. The holidays are getting harder and harder to get through, but I'm thankful for all those in my life I have to spend them with.
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