A family of four stands outside Minute Maid Park awaiting the Houston Astros to come out for autographs. It is late, well past the bedtime of the two youngest members of this crazy family. The boy's face lights up when each player drives past in their car.
sign my baseball, please, Mr.???Most do not stop. I am certain they want to be home to relax and see their family. The boy is thankful for those that do stop to make this a worthwhile experience.
The Mom.
She does not really care about autographs or if she gets to see the player...so she is just taking in the sights. This is what she is left to ponder.
life.
Everyone that works for the Astros or Minute Maid Park come out of the same garage. Some are the nice people that work the food booth, or the ushers that help patrons to their seat, and then some are the famed players. There were many that came out wearing their team t-shirt. They sported red t-shirts to identify others of their specific job, whatever it was. Another team wore white shirts. Most of these players (if you will) walked out of the garage, carrying their clear purses/bags, and headed across the street to sit and wait on the bus. Not one of us asked for their autograph. Seriously, not even a mere hello was given. Of course, it did not phase them a bit.
Every 15 minutes or so the crowd would get the honor to see a player drive through. He would wave and the crowd would show their adoration. As stated earlier, they seemed relieved for time to escape to the safe haven of home. I would be too. Most of them had regular nice cars. Some of them were lavish. From a spectator point of view their life could seem pretty perfect.
My thought is
what makes life so different, you know for different poeple...To me, all these people, were in fact, just people. They all work at the same place. They all come out of the same garage. Yet, they come out to completely different worlds.
Why is it that the people who do the dirty work get paid the least? Why is it that athletes get paid millions to play a sport that most of them love?
I am still left a little struck. The why is getting to me. So there you have it, something to think on today...why.
This does not change our love for the Astros or for the Workers of the Astros. It was just a little late night thinking about life.
4 comments:
I understand completely! Enough said.
I was just thinking about this tonight...in humility I must consider others better than myself...that we are not to think more highly of ourselves than we ought to but according to the measure of faith that has been given us. Good word Debra! Hope texas is going well!
Isn't the world so crazy? I always think about that too. We all put our pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else on this world.
Yep. I hear ya too. I have no answers, but plenty of the same questions.
Great verse though, Jenny!
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