I started the second morning of January with a talk for the Littleton United Methodist Church Optimist Club. It was my 595th speech.
As we left home at 8:30, I said to Les, "There won't be anyone there. It's too cold. The year is too new."
And he said, "Who is there is who is there."
When we entered the room, almost two dozen faces smiled at us and we were immediately pulled into the warmth of this lively group.
As I began reading "No Lifeguard on Duty," one woman interrupted, "Oh, I know who you are. I have that poem on my desk! And to think I almost didn't come this morning!"
Later she told me about the many sadnesses she has had in her life. Somewhere she had heard of that particular poem, but could only remember one line. A friend of hers Googled it and found the poem. My new friend printed it out and kept it on her desk. I felt humbled and honored when she told me that it had given her comfort and courage when she needed it.
So, just in case you need a helping hand this morning, here it is once more:
No Lifeguard on Duty
It is difficult
when one is drowning
to wave to the people
One wants to be
friendly, of course,
but perhaps it is
(Excerpted from Fine Black Lines, © 1993, 2003, Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)
Happy New Year!