Apple Blueberry Pie
Today I chose to make a pie without knowing where it might end up. I was present for the making of the pie.. and worked carefully to make a lovely pie… but still I was not sure where it would be delivered. After it was baked I asked my daughter to go for a walk with me so that I might have a chance to think of a pie recipient… and as we exited our house I saw Leslie.
For those of you who have been following my blog, you will recall that Leslie is a woman who I met when she was having a garage sale… and at that sale our sons became friends. That was the beginning of our friendship and it has been almost 16 years since that first meeting!
Tonight it was Leslie that suggested I bring a pie to Aaron, for he was the person who had coached her son Dylan when he was training to become a black belt in karate. She told me that Aaron worked with men who were incarcerated and he helped them with rites of passage ceremonies. These men may never again be on the outside, but Aaron works to help them move forward somehow.
Tonight I want to recognize Aaron, and others like him, who work with the people in our prison systems. They do this work without judgement… and most of the time without pay… and it is such a valuable service that they offer. I extend my heartfelt thanks to them for the gifts that they give to the people that they serve.
“It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.”
― Nelson Mandela