December Fourth; If I Could Offer a Gift, It Would Be That we Are Aware and Ready

My son is taking part in a toy run as I write this. It is one thing that he does every year. At this moment, he is out there, somewhere in the county with over a thousand other riders carrying toys to children.


He left home moments after eight this morning. He had to be there early because he is part of the road crew. I don’t know exactly what all that entails and I wasn’t asking. I worry enough. I did have to ride up that way about an hour later to take the toys he had purchased and pick up his gloves he wouldn’t be needing. As I arrived, so were many on motorcycle.

Moments before they left my son asked if I would meet him at the first stop as he needed me to get his hoodie as it was too hot. I left home and arrived well ahead of the motorcycles. I was in place when I heard the first sounds of approaching sirens. The run is being escorted by the police. I was amazed as bike after bike drive by where I stood. I moved closer hoping I would get video of my son passing. At one point I was standing slightly dumbfounded watching as a car tried going out of the parking lot down the same road the bikers were coming up. Even the police officer who stopped the bikers so the car could move, threw up his hands in a what the heck movement. I had hoped to catch my son driving by but didn’t because he went a different way into the parking lot. A lot that had a section off to the side reserved for the bikes but it still filled up meaning riders had to find other places to park. I did meet with my son and take the hoodie and his head set to bring home. He seemed happy to be taking part, though he is not one who shows emotions boldly. After getting what he wanted me to bring home, I left and left him to his adventure.


I’m sitting here now, proud of my son and his taking part. I am glad that so many others were able to gather in such a manner to make it possible for kids to have toys. They are being a difference for others today.


And that, if I could give a gift, would be what I would offer. that we all would see the opportunities before us and take advantage of them. That we would be ready and willing to be the difference for those around us. That we are always on the look out and aware of possibilities and the gifts of opportunity. That through what ever means to what ever measure, we can be the difference for someone.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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