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| "He's Got the Whole World In His Hands" |
An email from Mission without Borders had been a surprise in the morning.
Fraser wasn't in Washington using his gifts as a psychiatrist, no, he was in Moldova, using his gifts of compassion. Job placement for young people, he reported that the program was really taking off despite the extreme poverty of the region. He told her she should call on Monday, when he'd be back in Canada. They'd chat!
Simmy needed to get groceries for Thanksgiving. J.P. had more than enough props and script to get him through the weekend.
She headed to the little Jewish grocery store to get a fresh turkey. It was located in a very poor area of the city as well. The parking lot was full so she parked on a residential street of Irish and Gaelic origin... Gallagher... yes, Fraser was a foreign helper, she thought.
A man was sitting outside his home, relaxing. Simmy smiled and asked... "Have you got your turkey for Thanksgiving?"
The man replied, "No, I've been invited to someones' home for Thanksgiving. They've got one."
"Lucky you," Simmy replied.
"Are you cooking and having people to your home?" The man asked.
"Yes, I'm having a bunch of people over," she replied.
"Lucky them!" He called after her speedy gait.
The reply was so unexpectedly sage and such a blessing that Simmy laughed with a pure joy and called back, "Thank You! Thank you for the blessing. I receive it!"
There was quite a line-up, as usual. As she waited, Ron from the Old Winery Inn came in. She tapped him on the shoulder to say 'hello.'
Simmy remembered her son saying that this mountain of a man was a politicians' nightmare because he was always holding them accountable.
Simmy had replied, 'That is wonderful. Can you imagine a country where nobody holds the leaders to accountability?"
As she walked across the parking lot, carrying her turkey, she met one of the original owners of the store. He was shuffling his eighty year old body along but it was his eyes that Simmy noticed the most.
They were 'asparkle' with a deep knowing that he and his twin brother were serving their community well. 
Simmy smiled at him and said hello remembering that he had once told her that, "We'd have been here two years earlier if we hadn't first served in the war."
The two brothers had been there since 1946, or was it 1948?
Next stop... flower shop.
At this store, Simmy was approached by a lovely Italian woman who started a conversation with her. Another 'moment in time' loveliness that always brought such deep joy to the soul.
The conversation revolved around family, traditions, and children.
Simmy listened as the beautiful woman talked about how she had trained her son to deal with peer pressure in school.
"When you're tempted to do something wrong, remember, 'Your mind is your best friend!'"
As Simmy pulled into the driveway of her home, her son was tinkering with his truck. She got out and took a bag of red licorice with her. She walked over to him and offered it to him and she had another interesting conversation.
A neighbor had gifted him with some chrome running boards for his truck. They were actually customized for the 4x4 version of the truck but he would try to reform them for his smaller truck.
Simmy tried to remember what they had ever done for that family... oh, yes, she had listened and prayed for them when his eighty three year old mother died.
In the evening, a unseasonably warm October evening, Sam and Simmy had gone for a bike ride and then... finished off the day with an episode of their favorite show, 'Top Gear.'
Crazy! Middle-aged men having 'nothing but fun' and being paid to do it!
"Now, there's an example of a 'steed breed with a freed creed,'" Simmy murmured.
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