#less fortunate

I am not a Christian but I do love people who are less fortunate than me. I love people who are mentally ill and need help. I love substance abusers. I love the homeless. I love people who have hurt themselves. I love sex workers and prostitutes. I love people who are lbgtqia+. I love child free women. I love people who have different religions. I love women who have had abortions. I love teen parents. I love unmarried people.

I send my letter into the air, remembering to show gratitude to nature, to bow my head, to have compassion for those who have not a loaf of bread, nor bed to sleep in, the weary vagabonds who yet somehow find ways to experience the exaltation of existence.

Save a life. Anything helps this holiday season.

To me, it doesn’t really matter if [my son] is a lawyer, a doctor or a salesman. He should grow up to be a good human being. A person who will have time and compassion for those who are less fortunate than him. I want him to have a life where he has time to stop and smell the flowers. I want his life to be a journey of surprises and discovery, not one where he is in a constant rush. Let him be anything he wants to be as long as he is happy. He should lead his life according to standards he sets for himself and he should not live to please others. He should have the discipline to resist evil and the same discipline not to overindulge. He knows my weaknesses and my strengths, and with that knowledge, he should be able to build his own strengths and discard what is not good for him.