|Note from the Camino|
|Written by Michael Fones|
|Monday, 24 September 2007 13:56|
This was a part of an e-mail I received from my friend, Sally, as she nears Campostela, the destination of her pilgrimage with her daughter.
"When we first began this journey and everyday was a hardship, physically, emotionally and all the other ly´s you want to throw in; I thought of how there really isn´t a line that separates us from the poor, nothing more than a hard days journey into the unknown. Learning the depths of gratitude that a waiting place of rest can bring about in a person. Last night we were in an univiting place, dirty and uncomfortable and I realized this morning that many, far too many live in conditions far worse than we were in, with no parallel existence where a nice clean bed waits for their homecoming, with no way clear to them of how to move on. There is a line that separates me from the poor, and I have drawn it with my own hand. "
If you are reading this on a computer, you are one of a tiny percentage of humans who are wealthy enough to have access to one.
We have so many reasons to be grateful!