It is the little things that count . . .

Yesterday's (April 15) bomb explosions in Boston during the Boston Marathon was another horrible reminder that we live in a world that requires constant vigilance. It doesn't mean we stop living or that we live in fear, it just means we must be watchful of things that 'don't seem right', mindful of people or situations that appear agitated or unseemly, and bring things out of the ordinary to the attention of authorities. My heart goes out to those who were hurt and to the families and friends of those who were killed, just as it continues to for those who live in Sandy Hook, Aurora, Columbine, Oklahoma, New York, Washington and the list goes on and on. We're producing Thornton Wilder's 75 year old play, Our Town, at Little Theatre of Manchester. It's simple, and yet consistant message, of being aware and enjoying the little things in life, becomes more poignant than ever these days. Emily, one of the main characters, says "They don't take the time to look at one another!". She's angry at this realization, and rightfully so. Looking at each other, beyond our families, gives us the opportunity to notice our neighbors, our community, what is good and what is not, to do something about things that need attention and to reach out to those whose family situation or life realities are far less joyful than ours. I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm not wealthy, but I live in much better comfort than many. I have wonderful family and friends and I have a job I love. There are many things I'm concerned about my future, but for the most part, I feel good about my life. I'm not always good about celebrating these things. I'll work on that. I hope you will too. It is the little things that count.