As I sat down to write this post I found myself at a loss for words. So much that I want to say, but I don’t know how. I thought back to my old posts on HVFH and then resorted to my own personal writings when I came across this old story:
Life Lessons (July 2012)
Friday was my last day as a nanny for the summer and when I got there Halli, the 6 year old, asked me if I heard about what happened in Colorado (Aurora shooting). She looked at me with such confusion yet sincerity and said, “I don’t know why anyone would do something bad like that. People are precious and that was wrong.” Hearing her say that made me stop and think. I wish everyone could have that outlook on life- that people are precious and everyone deserves our love and acceptance. I hope that everyone can someday live their lives with that attitude and state of mind.
Although my job was to look after these 3 little girls and maybe teach them a thing or two, in the end, they ended up teaching me not only about myself but about life.
I look around at some of the negativity that goes on in the world and then remember this story. If a 6 year old can understand how precious life is, why can’t the rest of us grasp that concept?
Every person we know, meet, or pass by throughout the day, has a story. It is not our place to judge that person or determine how they should be treated. Regardless of their story, they are precious and so is their life.
This post isn’t only to remind us all that we should love one another and value each individual, we should also value our own stories and lives. We are all precious in our own way and should live each day with that in my mind.
People are precious.