I wasn’t sure I felt up to going out until my friend called to say, “I’ll pick you up.” A small thing, but it mattered—a lot.
Buying a souvenir in a tourist shop in New Orleans, a youth wearing a mission trip t-shirt heard the words, “Thank you for not forgetting about us. Thank you for coming to help.” Just a small thing, normal southern hospitality, but two sentences made an 18-hour trip worthwhile.
Receiving a card in the mail, a smile during a chaotic shift, a wink across a room, or a pretty bauble picked up at a flea market—all small things, but actually quite big.
Hearing my child crying in the street and running outside to find a neighbor we barely know already assisting him. A little thing maybe, but also enormous.
A glimpse of a humming bird, the angelic face of a sleeping whirling dervish child, a kiss from my soul mate (I mean my husband, not my dog, in case anyone’s confused)—all these small things loom large in my heart.
Here’s to the immensity of a small thing…
Today’s post is part of Lisa-Jo Baker’s “Five Minute Friday.“ Each Friday she broadcasts a writing prompt, challenging writers to write for five minutes only. In her words, “It’s not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.
This is a great writing exercise even if you’re not blogging your treasures (memories). Your spontaneous thoughts on a given subject can reveal your personality, daily life, beliefs, etc. If you are blogging, I encourage you to join in! If you want to connect on Twitter, use the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday.
This week’s prompt: Story
“No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”