I’m sitting here — planning out my day — and I look over the top of my computer.

There it is… my Christmas Tree. It’s small, but it’s mine. My older son and I decorated it with simple black and white ornaments. We dropped in a few red ones too, just to make it look a little more “Christmas-like”. On top, we placed a solid black top hat. We call our tree Sir Douglas Fir. Yes, I know, we’re strange.

Under the tree, there are some presents scattered about. While there are not a huge amount of gifts, there are more than what others may have under their tree. Come to think of it, some folks don’t even have a tree; heck, some folks don’t even have homes.

Growing Up Poor

It’s no secret that when I was growing up, we didn’t have much. I guess we were what you’d consider poor. I never saw it like that. Not even when the church came by during Christmas with gifts for “a 7 yr old girl” and “a 10 yr old boy”. I still remember that, even after all these years.

At this point in my life, I am grateful for the things I have and for the things I’ve accomplished. I can’t take the credit, though. I owe a great deal of gratitude to my friends and family. They stuck by me when I was at my worst. And trust me, there were many “at my worst” moments in my life.

Without their support, I’m certain the outcome would be very different. There’s a good chance I wouldn’t be alive today had it not been for them and their ability to “put up with me”.

But That’s A Different Story

I guess my point is this: Some of us managed to drag ourselves up and out of a very dark hole. I feel like it’s important for us to reach back in and shine a light on those who might still be stuck. It doesn’t take much. The smallest gesture might be the one that helps a little girl feel the light.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not about money; it’s about the kindness, support and love. Without it, we’re all just destined to be stuck in a hole.