It's the little things . . .

It's the little things. So much of my life is because of those who have come before me. Whether that be my father, my grandfather, other family, but also . . . all the others. For the many people that sacrificed time, energy, support, discipline, and a host of other attributes that I now call myself . . . it's all because of those who have gone before me.

My father used to say to me when he would do something good for someone and they would want to repay him somehow that "go do the same thing for someone else." How powerful. As I was going through my pages of pictures from the summer, I paused at the one I included here because it reminds me that any successes I have in my life is because of those who have come before me and laid a foundation and a trail for me to follow.




As I post this blog, I'm reminded of those who now do the little things. Case in point: Thatch. Ever wonder who picks it up? Too many times in our jobs, in our lives, we forget the little things and we take it all for granted. We take for granted our garbage is dumped every week, or that we have running water, or that it takes real effort to keep a lawn green and cut.

I watched two custodians tonight as they picked up thatch and helped to make the yard what it is, and again I'm reminded, it's the little things that really are the big things.