Dear Reader,
On 3/18/24 I had a dream like no other I've ever had. It was remarkably vivid, colorful and I was actively involved in using my brain to speak in my limited Spanish. Yanin's Spanish speaking mother had died two years earlier, a woman I had never met, yet as I struggled to follow her instructions, I knew it was her mother rescuing me. Regrettably, I did not writeup my notes until 4:28 am, and did not recall what she rescued me from, but it was something very strong, supernatural.
It was the day in which we donated a substantial amount of money to uplift lives.
It was the day in which we anonymously shared our good fortune with those in need of a helping hand.
On Thursday, 3/9 I had hernia surgery that was supposed to be routine. Instead, the anesthesia put my lower organs to sleep and they did not at first awaken. This began an emergency two-day stay at Little Company of Mary, with our son Dr. Clayton very much involved and then a 2nd visit to their emergency room.
Dear Reader,
This morning while greeting school children and their families, commuters and workers, I struggled with some Spanish, for a Latino man who simply wanted to know my name. I felt terrible, and shared my story with my dear friend Yanin Ontiveros who kindly and humorously shared her similar experiences in English, which made me feel better. Here is what I wrote to her in reply:
While greeting people each school day morning from about 7:35 to 8:35, this morning there was a heartwarming, unusual occurrence.
On school day mornings, from about 7:35 am to about 8:35 am I greet children and their families and commuters driving or walking by my home, at a busy intersection, a block from a grade school and near a middle school. I posted this in my Journal on 3/21/22.
Recently, there have been some changes which I discussed yesterday with my dear friend Yanin Ontiveros. This morning I sent her an email summarizing our discussion:
When I greet people each morning, the vast majority smile and wave from their cars, windows up. Many others put a window or two down to talk and be gently fist bumped. In recent times, the “I love you’s” (Te Amo’s) and other endearments have begun, including a few ladies blowing kisses. I greet most people in English, but also many in Spanish.
Where I focus is in my prayer, “Dear God: That I love others is not dependent upon whether they love me for if I am to grow depends upon me opening my heart to all.” And open my heart to all, I do. (Even the grouchy ones.)
Con Carino - Dick
