Today is Friday the 13th, my lucky day. Since I was 13 years old on Friday the 13th, kids now call it your golden birthday the number 13 has been my lucky number. Part of my feeling for this day may be that my picture was in the newspaper when I was 13 on Friday, Jan. 13th. Pat and I were going to the local casino today but due that I was not feeling so well and we had other things to do we did not go.
However, as predicted, it was a lucky day. Pat and I made four or five home visits to people in need as part of our role in the St.Vincent De Paul Society. People without the basics like a stove or bed are so appreciative of our presence and the vouchers for these items we can give them. At each call there seems to be little children around the house, sons and daughters or grandchildren. The children radiate innocence, make little judgment of who we are and remind us of the miracle of life each human being is.
After our home visits Pat and I went out to lunch at the Amaranth Café to enjoy some healthy delicious soups, homemade rolls and sweets. The people in front of us ordering were new to the place and it was fun watching them order, asking questions about the food and Dave’s response. The food, healthy and local when possible, always, like the children, brings joy to the faces of the persons.
My lovely wife was off of work today, the home visits were blessings and the lunch fare were delicious. It doesn’t get much better than this for a lucky Friday the 13th.
Comments
(:commentboxchrono:)