th-3Where I live there is town-wide “spring clean up.”  The city offers specific days that they will pick up what is put out in front of the homes.  It is a yearly sign of spring here, as sure as the tulips and the budding trees.  It intrigues me for many reasons.  First that we collect so much “stuff” (to put it politely) and that this stuff ages and wears out or simply looses its appeal.  Somehow it can be a sad sign of how disposal a society we are.  Yet, there is another side to this placement of “stuff” in front of the homes.  It is a free yard sale.  Every spring where I live people jump in their pick up trucks and start perusing the streets.  I love this side of it!  As I was putting our “stuff” in front of our home, people came by.  They jumped out of their truck and I put down another load and we greeted each other.  I was delighted with their find and so were they.  It really is quite fun!  We are quite careful in placing out stuff out front.  We want the things worth taking to be taken.  And, indeed, they are. We have torn down an old, old shed this spring.  It now is in bits and pieces in front of our home.  The wood rotten, the metal bend and fragile.  This old shed is not attacking the attention of any of those who come by.  Its day is done.  Some things do come to a natural end. My husband and I have taken on this project together.  Last weekend we worked side by side and I loved the shared effort.  Then I fell down and made havoc of my knee.  I can only contribute so much this weekend.  And it has left me sad.  I want to contribute and I want to be a part of the team.  It has been difficult to see him working hard and alone.  I was headed out just to give him a hug when I saw our neighbor, Ron, with the wheelbarrow and a pair of work gloves on.  He came over and jumped in moving the remnants of this old shed.  It made me pause and watch these two men working side by side.  One on his own property, the other on someone else’s.  In this moment, I was renewed in my knowing the deep rootedness of the goodness of humanity.  It was not an act that was huge or that would be felt by someone far away.  It was simply one man to another. It is in that simple of an act – from one to another – that this world rest.  I want to set up a call to notice all the small, little acts that typically go unnoticed and yet are chalk full of kindness, of simple goodness.  Let’s meet all the events we see that tell us how cruel we can be with those that remind us we really are good.  The small moments make up the life we live. While we strive to change hate to love, let’s remember to see the love that already exist.  Thank you, Ron, for that reminder today.