I like to think that my parents had exceptional wisdom when I was a child and had the foresight to know that the countless time I'd spend with my grandmother would groom me to become the woman I am today. I sometimes wonder if they had an inkling that my granny was developing attributes that would drive me to positively impact the world around me. Those things that I complained about & questioned as a child now hold a fond place in my heart and make perfect sense.

 

Like, how my grandmother's car served as an unofficial "church van". Because quite simply, people needed a ride to church, and she had the means to get them there. Or, the many hospital visits, food deliveries to the sick & shut ins, and funerals we attended together (no child should have to attend that many funerals!). But OK, point taken-we need to compassionately be there for people who are in need. And perhaps the most cherished lesson I took away from my granny's role in my life is how to be kind without cause.