Today, the one thing that I did for myself and for a very special group of people had an unlikely common denominator-fish. Three co-workers and I took eight of the men, who are in one of our permanent supportive housing programs, fishing on a sunny, but unseasonably cool, morning, and to say that a good time was had by all, well, except for the fish that we caught, would be the understatement of the year. The good time had more to do that just catching fish.
When I was asked to be one of the drivers for this outing, I readily agreed, as I always enjoy spending time with these men who were once homeless and who now are thriving in housing. After a week of feeling out of sorts physically and emotionally, spending time in such stellar company in the great outdoors was just what I needed. The warmth of the sunshine, the cool breeze, and the picturesque scenery of the pond surrounded by rolling hills and farmland were a treat for my senses and baby soul alike, as was the conversation and laughter. For a few hours, I felt happy and relaxed, and that was a precious gift to give to myself on a day that has left me feeling lonely and blue, for reasons I do not quite understand.
Driving my co-worker and three of the men to the farm was a small way to help others, but I was reminded that one of the best things I could do for them was to be truly present to listen to their stories and fishing tips and to share my own stories with them in a beautiful and peaceful setting. More than one man said that it felt “good to get away from the city” for a day, and many of them shared that they had not been fishing in years or that this was the first time that they had fished sober. With each fish caught, we all cheered, and with each memory created, we smiled and laughed. To able to do my small part to help make this event possible for them was such a joy. In the end, we had a mess of fish and some good clean fun.
Just one thing each day . . .
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