No Matter How Small

It was nearing 9 p.m. when I left St. George’s Roman Catholic Church in Jeffersonville last Thursday.
People were still walking in the doors, settling down to read the official rules for donating to the DKMS bone marrow drive.
It was dark. On a school night. And there were no free gifts involved for donating. No car to win or even a guarantee that the life they’d change would be living down the road.
I was proud.
Proud to live here.
It was one of those weeks that pulled me up out of the drudgery of reporting in a small town.
In the past few months, I’ve written some truly awful things. I’ve been reminded too many times since January of 2008 that bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people.
By February, I’d brought back out the armor I wear when it’s too much to bear, the steel-plated shield that won’t let anything in.
The sad thing is, it doesn’t let me out.
Until something busts it loose.
Something like the 3rd anniversary blood drive at CRMC Wednesday afternoon. Or the bone marrow drives in honor of Regina Wagner on Thursday evening.
So they’re not world-changing in the way that a donation from Bill Gates can be. And they’re not grand scale in the way that a Live Aid concert is.
But I tend to adopt the Dr. Seuss’ way of looking at life, and with “Horton Hears a Who” topping the box office numbers of late, I can’t help but thinking of a quote that echoed throughout my childhood.
“A person is a person,” my mother would remind me, “no matter how small.”
She was trying to teach a tot-sized me to be accepting, to embrace other races, creeds, colors and of course sexual preferences.
OK, Mom, I got it.
I’d also like to think her lessons meant a little something about the mark that one person – race, creed, color, sexual preference notwithstanding – doesn’t have to make the world of difference. They just have to do something for someone else every once in a while.
It’s corny. It’s cheesy.
And it makes life worth living.
Heck, it even puts a smile on the face of one down-hearted reporter.

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