By Dixie Phillips
One December morning a blizzard was brewing in northern Iowa. I would miss a day of fifth grade because school had been cancelled.
â€œBrrrrrr.â€ The blast of frigid temperatures made my motherâ€™s teeth chatter. â€œItâ€™s freezing out there.â€
When I spoke, my warm breath fogged over the cold pane of glass on our window. â€œGlad Iâ€™m inside where itâ€™s warm.â€
As Mom admired the white landscape, a dark shadow loomed in the distance. â€œWho on earth would be traipsing around in this weather?â€
I squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious person. â€œItâ€™s Keithâ€”the homeless man!â€
Mom shot out the door and frantically waved her arms. â€œKeith! Woo hoo! Come on in and have some breakfast.â€
A thin, shabbily dressed man who resembled some character from a Dickensâ€™ novel entered our home and eyed the bacon sizzling in the pan. â€œThat sure smells good.â€
â€œWeâ€™re glad you could join us for breakfast today, Keith.â€ Mom poured a steaming cup of coffee for our guest of honor.
Even though school was cancelled that day, I learned a valuable life lesson about caring for those whoâ€™ve seen a tough life. My mother taught me that God always makes room for those special souls who have graduated from the University of Adversity and I should too.
Special guest author Dixie Phillips currently writes for SGN Scoops digital magazine http://www.sgnscoops.com/