I wanted this to be a photo-journalistic post of our tree decorating, our excursion into Paris and the long suffering look on the dog when we finally gave him a bath. But I lost all my photos when I precipitately pulled out the external hard drive cable during the download.
Friday night we decorated the tree with our group, each one saying what we were grateful for, as we hung a decoration. I made turkey legs in my own orange juice – brown sugar – balsamic – thyme marinade. I also made an apple tarte and gingerbread cookies, which was well received by the French.
The next day I taught my usual Saturday morning English classes while Sir took the kids to their music lessons. Young Knight is doing “instrument discovery” – 5 weeks percussion, 5 weeks trumpet and 5 weeks violin.
The teacher was quite impressed that he was able to figure out how to play “Au Clair de la Lune” after just two lessons (his grandparents will be delighted to know).
So when all that was done and we settled down to rest our weary bones, Sir confessed that he had not yet called Henri to tell him we were too busy to hand out sandwiches in Paris.
You see, there is this group in our church that organized itself into something cohesive through the dedication of a few families, and they go about doing good – blood drives, clothing donations, distributing sandwiches and blankets, collecting money to help church members who lost their job or who need to attend a funeral back home – that sort of thing. We had actually launched the idea ourselves, but the road to our house is paved with good intentions and it all came to naught.
Anyway, Henri had asked us to join in this Saturday in delivering sandwiches and we forgot to decline. So there we sat after our busy morning saying, “no we’re really too busy, we’ve had a hard week, we can’t leave the dog and en plus I don’t waaanna go out into the cold.”
urm . . .
Needless to say, the excuses sounded false to our own ears once they were voiced, and so we went.
Please don’t say we are good when all we really are is good-intentioned, but it is such a jolly thing to appeal to your better nature, no matter how firmly it may be buried in there.
We went to one of the five places people were meeting – Châtelet, Saint Lazare, Place d’Italie, and the other two outside of Paris. There were probably about twenty people there in our one location, kids included, all braving the cold. Annick had the foresight to provide chocolate for the “child heros” as she called them.
So we went – our family plus José – and we alone handed out about 13 bags of chicken sandwiches (some people don’t eat pork) plus juice, clementine, chocolate and for those who needed it, blankets, scarves and hats. Next time I think we need to bring dog food because everyone had a dog. I don’t think I would have thought of that before getting Hunter.
So that’s what we did. As we were nearing the end of our stash, we passed one woman with earphones on, sitting on a doorstep with an empty beer can next to her, and she was crying and wringing her hands and pulling at her long, stringy hair. We approached her with concern but she said in a quiet, plaintive voice, “just . . . leave me alone please.”
It wrings my heart, this glimpse into the underworld of pain that is out there – that is so vast, and that no sandwiches or blankets can cure.
After an hour in the cold, the children were at the end of their good nature. We promised hot chocolate at McDonalds (and okay, fries too), but as soon as we stepped inside Châtelet, Petit Prince was ready to sink to the dirty floor. Sir took him up in his arms where he instantly fell asleep.
There was no room to even move inside of McDonalds, so Sir (whose arms were getting tired) directed me to get something at a bakery stand nearby while he leaned against the wall with his sleeping son.
When I came back with three chocolate éclairs, he was squatting against the wall with his puffy-coated bundle. I joked that all that was missing was a cardboard sign that said, “A seat in McDonalds svp.”
The funny thing was, we got home no later than 3:00 and had the longest, most relaxing afternoon, with a clean dog gnawing a bone at our feet while we read books by the fire. Somehow I think if we had canceled as we had intended to, our afternoon would have been frustrated by petty worries.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
If you missed my wedding blooper pictures, there is also a giveaway involved – truffles or glazed chestnuts. I think you won’t want to miss that!
anna see says
Ahhhh, so true,my friend. Extending ourselves….
Mama D says
Perspective, my friend. I’m sure you were the more appreciative for your warm fire and book after your afternoon of kindness. When my parents and brother lived in Japan, they delivered homemade rice cakes to the homeless at the crack of dawn in the major Tokyo train stations…also through their church. One college break I was home and went with them, and the politeness of the recipients broke my heart. But there is only so much a rice cake can fix.
ladyjennie says
It is very touching that the Japanese culture of politeness extends even to those who are unfortunate. It’s sad though – the needs are rampant everywhere, even in the wealthy societies.
Alison says
There is never a thing wrong, with doing good. Bless your hearts. And yay for clean dogs!
ladyjennie says
I know! He’s quickly getting his old smell back though. 😉
tracy@sellabitmum says
This is beautiful. xo
angela says
This makes my heart happy. “Good tidings we bring …”
anymommy says
It always pays (in joy) to get out and do something. I forget that too. I love that last photo with you in the ornament.
julie gardner says
What better way is there to live ones life than with good intentions?
Truly.
I don’t always actually achieve the outcome I seek; but my intentions are always good.
Well. Almost always 😉
XO
ladyjennie says
Good intentions are better than bad (or no) intentions, right? At least there’s the *possibility* of something good occurring. 😉
SassyModernMom says
I often find when I drag myself out to an event or commitment I am not really sure I have it in me to attend is when I have the most fun. So like you to spend an enitre day giving of yourself. Just lovely!!
Now stop telling people about your giveaway! I of course want to win:)
Ameena says
Something similar happened to me this week…and I found myself (very selfishly) not wanting to attend a charitable event. But I am totally inspired now by you!
Carole says
Excellent. Your description of the homeless woman was wrenching. How easy it is to forget them. Thank you for the reminder.