Apple Blueberry Pie
When I think about my life, I realize that it is mostly a collection of memories that are held together by tiny threads. This tapestry of memories is not something you can see, but if you could look at it, you would learn a lot about who I am and what is important to me.
Here is an example for your to consider. A few years ago, a long-time member of our Rotary club passed away. The club members were told that there was going to be a service for him and if anyone wanted to help with food or anything, they should call Linda as she was coordinating the event.
As I had already committed to working in the Rotary garden that morning, I knew that I could not attend the service, but I called Linda and asked if she needed any help afterwards. When I reached her, she said that she didn’t need any food so I was off the hook. I told Linda that I wasn’t offering food, but I could come and work in the kitchen if she needed any help there. She seemed a bit surprised, but told me to show up and introduce myself and she would put me to work.
The next day, after helping in the garden, I went home, changed into “presentable” attire and went to meet the crew in the kitchen at the Methodist Church. When I arrived, I found a bunch of ladies arranging food on platters, clearing trash from the dining room, and washing dishes. I met Linda and then got busy wherever I was needed. After a while, I asked to take a turn at the dish sink. The little old woman who’d been washing, stepped aside, and asked me what church I belonged to. I told her “the Presbyterian Church on Walker.” She watched me working for a few minutes and then asked, “Have you ever thought of becoming a Methodist?” It still makes me smile to remember that moment.
Linda and her husband, Chuck, are wonderful members of our community, and they always are giving of their time or talents. And because they would never expect it, I brought them an Apple Blueberry Pie today. My guess is that they will share it with some of their employees… but I hope they enjoy a bit of it for themselves. They most certainly deserve it.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us: what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal. Albert Pike