A Thousand Points of Light
This past week, a television special was aired honoring President George Herbert Walker Bush and his iniative – A Thousand Points of Light. Their were 4 former Presidents in attendance and the people for whom they gave standing ovations for, were the American citizens that saw a need and said, “I need to do something about this.” One of those citizens loved the Mississippi River and noticed how much trash was in it and started cleaning it when he had time himself. He was only one person and even though the is so huge, he didn’t but let the size of the task overwhelm him. He just got started. Today over 70,000 people have worked together taking trash out of the Mississippi River.
In every incident, someone saw a need and took action. President Bush said that there aren’t really 1000 points of light, there are millions - every person who says “I can help.” This message left us feeling pride for our American citizens who choose to make a difference and inspired to look for ways to help – even if it is just one person that we can touch in a special way.
Have a blessed week!
Ruth and Brenda
Soulful Whispers

We were a very motley crowd of people who took the bus every day that summer 33 years ago. During the early morning ride from the suburb, we sat drowsily with our collars up to our ears, a cheerless and taciturn bunch.
One of the passengers was a small grey man who took the bus to the centre for senior citizens every morning. He walked with a stoop and a sad look on his face when he, with some difficulty, boarded the bus and sat down alone behind the driver. No one ever paid very much attention to him.
Then one July morning he said good morning to the driver and smiled short-sightedly down through the bus before he sat down. The driver nodded guardedly. The rest of us were silent.
The next day, the old man boarded the bus energetically, smiled and said in a loud voice: “And a very good morning to you all!” Some of us looked up, amazed, and murmured “Good morning,” in reply.
The following weeks we were more alert. Our friend was now dressed in a nice old suit and a wide out-of-date tie. The thin hair had been carefully combed. He said good morning to us every day and we gradually began to nod and talk to each other.
One morning he had a bunch of wild flowers in his hand. They were already dangling a little because of the heat. The driver turned around smilingly and asked: “Have you got yourself a girlfriend, Charlie?” We never got to know if his name really was “Charlie”, but he nodded shyly and said yes.
The other passengers whistled and clapped at him. Charlie bowed and waved the flowers before he sat down on his seat.
Every morning after that Charlie always brought a flower. Some of the regular passengers began bringing him flowers for his bouquet, gently nudged him and said shyly: “Here.” Everyone smiled. The men started to jest about it, talk to each other, and share the newspaper.
The summer went by, and autumn was closing in, when one morning Charlie wasn’t waiting at his usual stop. When he wasn’t there the next day and the day after that, we started wondering if he was sick or — hopefully — on holiday somewhere.
When we came nearer to the centre for senior citizens, one of the passengers asked the driver to wait. We all held our breaths when she went to the door.
Yes, the staff said, they knew who we were talking about. The elderly gentleman was fine, but he hadn’t been coming to the centre that week. One of his very close friends had died over the weekend. They expected him back on Monday. How silent we were the rest of the way to work.
The next Monday Charlie was waiting at the stop, stooping a bit more, a little bit more grey, and without a tie. He seemed to have shrunk again. Inside the bus was a silence akin to that in a church. Even though no one had talked about it, he had made such an impression on us that summer, we all sat with our eyes filled with tears and a bunch of wild flowers in our hands.
Quotes for the Week
Our attitude towards life determines life’s attitude towards us.” John Mitchell
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved – loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” Victor Hugo
“The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” Allen Chambers
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