If we started counting…
The bus drivers who take your children to school, or you to work.
The paper-people who deliver your morning read to your front porch, the bush next to your front porch, or miss entirely and hit the roof.
The cab driver who doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t sing, or both.
The Post Office letter carrier who, without fail, loads your mailbox with advertisements, bills…and that long awaited letter.
The neighbour who asks you to help dig up some tree roots in their garden not explaining how big the roots are before you say “Sure, no problem.”
The you of you, and said neighbour who cancel the root-removal repayment of lunch the following day because muscles are so sore neither one of you can lift eating utensils.
The Street Sweeper guys in big trucks.
The Rubbish Men in big trucks.
The airline pilots and crew who bring you home safe and never fail to leave your door exit with “you have a nice day”, but would really like to thank you for not creating chaos on the flight.
The neighbours who wave at you from their cars as you mow your lawn.
The Weather Men who predict and advise.
The Little Ones who fill your life with joy.
The Big Ones who persevere their lot in life as pains-in-asses.
The Big Ones who know you and still love you, and continue to be your friend.
What if we counted all of them? Maybe more. Maybe less. But counted them just the same.
How many would that be? Maybe more? Maybe less? Maybe just enough?
Count them in….