Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Robin

Friday we went over to Yakima and did some studying at a coffee shop before I got my hair cut. The lady who cuts my hair (Robin) used to go to my grandparents’ church, and I’m always amazed at how she is able to handle the things life throws at her.

Her daughter is a druggie who has had two children, one of whom Robin and her husband (who is coming back from the brink of vegetable-hood after a terrible car accident and subsequent drug reaction) adopted and now raise, the second they gave up for adoption because they couldn’t handle another child. Last week, their neighbors got into another one of their usual fights (physical and verbal), and it ended with one of the neighbors shooting himself in the head, on the other side of the wall where her 5-year-old granddaughter was trying to sleep. A few days later, her still not-quite-right husband left the stove on and started a fire in their kitchen.

This is a woman who has had some curve balls thrown at her by the game of life, and she still manages to welcome the day with a smile and an unshakeable faith. She inspires me and causes me to look at my own life in grateful humility. As stressors go, I have it good.

2 comments:

janelle said...

Whoa. I don't even know Robin but I have the urge to like...send her a care package. Full of relaxing bath salts and home made muffins. Perhaps chocolate-banana ones.

Kat said...

Yes....I will be giving her a relaxa-package for a Christmas present this year. Complete with baked treats and chocolates in some shape or form. It's crazy because she is just the nicest lady! I might be a little sour at the world if I were in her shoes.