Good Morning, God!
This photo was taken from Buzz’s restaurant in Kailua. A dear friend and I had a lovely lunch after getting haircuts. Before we left, I stopped to admire the ocean at Kailua Beach. Such a lovely color!
Then later that afternoon I got a call from Medicare asking me to respond to a survey — over the phone. I don’t like surveys. But, then I thought, “Hey! They are paying for most of my cataract surgery I’m having tomorrow!” So, I said a reluctant OK.
As the survey went along I got to feeling more and more “privileged.” No, I don’t wait more than one hour to see my doctor. Yes, I can get an appointment when I need it. And when she asked if my doctors treated me with respect, I laughed and said I wouldn’t go to one who didn’t.
Right about then that it began to dawn on me that this isn’t true for an awful lot of other people. Somehow that word respect captured the plight of the poor in a very visceral way. I am at this point in life accustomed to respect.
Wake UP, Margie! A lot of folks don’t get respect — not by doctors, not by employers, not by government officials. And if they try to insist on respect, they are considered “trouble makers”. Worse yet, God, I’m thinking of women who have been so badly treated they don’t even have enough self-respect to expect — let alone insist on — respect from others.
Back to the picture above: I live surrounded by a gorgeous multicolored ocean. I’m a very fortunate person, on many fronts. I am thankful! And yes, God. I remember: those to whom much is given, from them much is required.