Other People's Hands Every
morning, I wake up in a house I didn't build. I eat a breakfast of food
I didn't grow, put on clothes I didn't make, sewn from fabric I didn't
weave. Returning home, I drive on roads I didn't pave, made safe by stoplights I didn't install and lane stripes I didn't paint. So: Thank you to the builders who constructed my home 54 years ago, so I could live in it today. Thank you to the farmers, to the people who work at the canned goods factory and the ones who drive the trucks to the market. Thanks to those who work all night stocking shelves andsweeping aisles. Thank you to the firemen and EMT’s who sit calmly playing cards while waiting for alarms to go off. Thank you to the woman at the 7-11 who puts in long hours waiting, in case I need a quart of milk, but always greets me with a smile. It is such a long list, so many people I will never see, supporting me – providing for my welfare. But today, at least, I’ll do my best to appreciate this life of mine, made possible only through the good graces of other’s people’s hands. -- Michael Powers - May 5, 2018 Top photo by Evgeny Yorobe Photography Return to Home Return to Prosperity |