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Day 24 out of 25 Days of Christmas, the gifts my ancestors have given me.

Be part of a Christmas miracle.


When I was growing up, this time of year was the most magical.

 

I have vague memories of one year when my parents helped out a single mom with no Christmas tree. They bought her the tree, helped deliver it to her apartment, and got it up the balcony so her child could have a Christmas tree and some Christmas. If my memory is right, they also gave her the money for some extras. Growing up, we didn’t have much money, but my parents made sure to help others with the money we did have.


I also remember another time when “Santa” delivered a gaming system to a family member's house one Christmas morning. The wonder in that household that morning can be felt for decades to come.


Once I got older, I became part of the Christmas miracle.


I have served breakfast at a local church for the homeless or been part of a group that made Christmas dinner. We handed the meals out Christmas morning to the people who needed them. Or we could get gift bags together and go down to the local youth center so they could have Christmas.


What excites me is watching people's faces and the genuine gratitude they have for your act of service. When you’re in your darkest hour, and someone is kind to you for no reason, it gives you hope.


I like being the person who gives someone hope.


However, I can remember when it was close to Christmas when my dad was in the hospital; I had been working two jobs: one was for a cleaning service, and the other was part-time at a grocery store. My savings were down to nothing, and I was driving back and forth from Windsor to Chatham every day so I could see my dad in the hospital. He was on dialysis and, at that time, fighting for his life. A stranger gave me their parking ticket so I could at least the parking for free.


I remember crying in my car because they cared enough to do that. That year, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, and the single act of kindness gave me hope in humanity.


So, remember this holiday season to be the kindness in the world that someone so desperately needs. Give them hope and be their Christmas miracle.


I want to say thank you to Bonnie Erbe for being our Christmas miracle. With the Canada Post strike, we could not get our son the one thing he wanted, but she allowed us to mail his gift to her place. Well, it finally came in, and we will pick it up today.


Thank you, Bonnie, for helping us and being so kind in helping us this Christmas season.

Have you ever experienced a Christmas miracle? Have you ever been part of one?


I would love to hear about yours.


Also, I challenge you to be part of someone’s Christmas miracle this year. It's not too late. A simple act of kindness can change a person’s life—and I dare say it will change yours as well.


Who’s life are you going to change today? I promise you it will also change yours.

 

With love and gratitude.

 

Dorothy



 

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