My friend Stacy came to church last Sunday. We had a great time together. I can’t wait for her to come again.
In the picture: Stacy, Torria and of course, Me.
Today I met a wonderful person named Sarah at the Mary Mitchell Center.
She was about to leave the building when I asked her if I could take a picture of her lovely outfit for my blog.
She told me she got her paper bag skirt from Madewell which I think is the piece that makes her outfit so stunning.
In addition to having a perfect outfit, she also had a wonderful personality. I felt like Sarah and I were friends for a long time. She was so down to earth. Even though we didn’t have much time to talk, I could tell she was someone I wouldn’t mind being friends with.
It was her idea to take a picture with the kids as a backdrop.
Today at Mary Mitchell we celebrated Valentine’s Day.
A lot of the children were quite when Miss Josefina, who is Dominican, explained to them that Valentine’s Day is not only about love between a woman and a man but is also about celebrating your friends. In the Dominican Republic the term they use on Valentine’s Day is el dia del amor y la amistad. She said in DR it’s more about friendship.
Here is a photo I took last year of a group of friends who happen to be in the right place at the right time.
They are posing in the Bronx in the West Farms Area near the 2 and 5 train-station. The art work is a sculpture done by Gabriel Salazar.
I remember as a little girl my mom would take my siblings and I to visit the sick and the elderly. We did not always want to go and most of the time were forced to give up our Saturdays to sing at someone’s sick-bed.
I remember one time we went to someone’s home who was so helpless. The person could not help themselves at all. You know how people thank God for the use of their limbs? Well, even though she had limbs, they were not in use. Also, there was a certain stench- I can still almost smell it- just by remembering this situation. But my mom did not once turn up her nose or leave any faster than she would have left a relative home. She stayed and spent time chatting and laughing.
I did not know then, but now I know that my mom was teaching us how to give and how to give freely. She taught us how to give expecting nothing in return. A lesson that not many people have. I have friends who don’t see the importance in volunteering or simply sharing.
Now as an assistant directress of the Holy Temple Church Radio Young Adult Choir and a member of the Holy Temple Church Radio Junior Choir I make an effort to visit the Saint Barnabas Nursing Home every time either choir attend (this is a picture of us on a Sunday). Going to visit the sick and lonely always makes my day go better. It’s something about doing good that makes you feel good.
I encourage you to find an outlet where you can do good and expect nothing in return.
One of the things I enjoy about meeting up with some of my friends is the feeling I have when we depart. I haven’t seen Tasha, one of my close friends from undergrad, in a while but when we meet we just picked up where we left off.
One thing she left with me is everything you do, do it with a purpose. When Jesus walked the earth, he did all he did with a purpose.