Jamaican Life Lessons: Blessings are invisible gifts

By: Denise defy Fyffe.
Copyright © 2011, defy, Denise Fyffe

All of us are guilty of one common sin, being ungrateful or not appreciating what we have.

Go ahead deny it, you will then commit another sin, lying. I am not being judgmental. Too often we go around forgetting where we have come from, walking around as if we exist alone in this world. We are blinded to the many blessings we have and receive daily.

Raise your hands, if you have two hands, two feet, a nose, no problem breathing, a roof over your head, food to eat, clothes on your back and maybe a bed to sleep in. If you have all those things, you are greatly blessed. Walk the streets of Downtown Kingston, New York City, or in any city you live in. Open your eyes and see people begging, sleeping on the corners, or even think about the children in orphanages. They have, in their mind, no one who gives a crap about them. But even in their situation, they are blessed.

A lot of us are familiar with the stereotypical clips of children starving across the world, in third world nations such as Africa. Seeing babies with bellies swollen and limbs too meager, devoid of any fat. But yet we are able to go to fast food joints order a burger or a fried chicken have our fill and dispose of the rest if we want to.

Did you know that we have enough food in the Western Hemisphere to feed every hungry person on this planet?

I learned that one a decade ago in Geography class. Thank God I was paying attention.

But want to we do, and I say we as a collective, we store it in large buildings or dispose of it. Manufacturers or food processors, restaurants, even in our own kitchen we dispose of excess food. Because we don’t want to affect the scale of supply and demand. We don’t want to drive prices down. The next time you throw away a loaf of bread because it has a spot of mold think about the child who is going to bed tonight with nothing in their bellies, and haven’t seen a meal since the previous day. Just think about it.

We are blessed.

Blessings are invisible gifts given to us, not because we deserve it or are deserving of it, we just get them. And we should not be ungrateful, or turn a build eye to them. Each day people are out in this great world suffering, wanting, hoping, praying for the little that we have.

If you have a child, love them. Many are not able to have any children.

If you have a job, appreciate it. Many, including yours truly, doesn’t have one.

If you have food to eat, tonight, tomorrow, next week; give thanks. Many will go hungry and die in starvation.

If you have a husband, a boy friend, someone who loves you; love them back. Many are alone and lonely.

If you have family, a brother, a mother, a nephew, a step aunt, cherish them. Many have no one who cares for them.

If you are able to read this, able to count the money in your pocket, able to understand that China is on the other side of the planet and not a piece of crockery or plate; be thankful you received even the slightest education. Thousands can not read, write, spell, count or know whats happening in the world.

If you are able to go to church on any day, in any hour, dressed in any way, worship in any way, and sing as loudly as you want or hum if you can’t; be thankful you are not in China or another suppressive country that doesn’t allow you to practice the religion you choose.

Blessings are invisible gifts, but don’t act like you don’t know they aren’t there.

Poem

I wake up and get out of bed,
not realizing someone else lay in theirs, dead;

I walk to the shower, thinking how a warm bath would make me feel
not understanding, to some this is an impossible dream;

I feel hungry and think about the ice cream, and waffles I can have today
not thinking about the child, who had never even seen a plate;

I walk around in my pink miniskirt and Gucci leather bag
not realizing there is another sister who can’t do that in Baghdad.

I ran across the road to catch the bus
not seeing the man leaning with one leg, on his crotch;

I stop to smell the flowers in the park, touching it softness,
looking at how their colors are so stark
not giving any extra thought, to the many boys and girls
who can’t hear, and live their lives constantly in the dark

Life has invisible blessings, that even they see
Why is it that I am blind to all of these.

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