Sunday Thoughts (an extra bag)
I read a story the other day that really had me inspired. And it has changed my routines for the better.
Better for me, and better for my community.
I've told you before that I like to get out and walk and run in my neighborhood and beyond.
Whether it's with Karen, with my dog Ellie, or flying solo, there's something about hitting the pavement that not only gets my blood pumping, but also clears my head and wipes away stress.
It takes no equipment besides a decent pair of shoes, and it's great exercise, no matter how fast you're going.
But because of a man I'll likely never meet who lives in Washington, DC, there is an extra piece of "equipment" I'll have with me the next time I venture out the door.
A trash bag.
Now my neighborhood is pretty clean. Occasionally you see a piece of trash that's blown out of someone's garbage can on trash day. But beyond that, litter is rare.
But when I make my way outside onto the main roads... different story.
Seeing this trash used to irk me. I mean, who thinks it's a good idea to just chuck your water bottle, beer can or food wrapper on the ground?
Still, that's as far as it went. I was annoyed but I kept walking. But no more.
You see, I read a feature story on a man named Billy who gets his exercise with some fairly lengthy walks each day. Nothing unusual there.
Except unlike me – and most people, if we're honest – he takes the time to pick up trash along his walking route. Sometimes filling multiple garbage bags as he goes.
Which is both inspiring and a little sad. Two or three bags of garbage in one trip?
Still, he described the satisfaction he gets from making even a small difference in his community. And he has made this such a routine, not only do restaurants and businesses supply him with fresh bags along his route, he's become known around town as "garbage guy."
Not the best nickname, if you didn't know why he was called that. But I do know why, and I have to tell you… as soon as I read his story, I knew Billy was onto something.
So I started doing it myself.
It's admittedly a little thing. But once you get going, it's remarkably addictive to do some good. I've taken to trying new routes, along paths and streets I rarely ventured down before.
Just to see if I could tidy things up.
If you travel the same streets enough times, you'll begin to see a real change.
And speaking of change, if you pay attention, you may find some of that too. In addition to folding money... I found a $20.00 bill the other day.
Enough to keep me in garbage bags for a good long time.
Do some good out there, and enjoy the rest of your weekend.
And be safe.