After a quick morning routine of brushing my teeth, a nice shower, and a simple hard-boiled egg, I felt inspired to go for a drive through the countryside.
I had hoped to attend daily Mass, but missed the 8:30 a.m. mass. Still, I drove north, winding through beautiful little towns, soaking in the serene scenery. It was the kind of drive that clears your mind and restores your spirit. This is one of my favorite things to do when I am not inside a hospital trying to make someone else’s life a little bit better. The beauty of it all is that the streets were all empty as it was a weekday and most people were at work.
On my way home, I stopped by St. Padre Pio Parish Church on Foxxon for a moment of prayer. The church was quiet and beautiful, a sacred space to reflect and be grateful for the gift of life. I even uploaded a few short videos from the drive earlier in the day. Please check them out if you get the chance.
But the true highlight came in the most unexpected way. As I stood by the roadside, a garbage truck drove by. I smiled and waved at the driver. He responded with the warmest honk, the kind that felt like it came from an old friend. That moment filled me with a joy that words can barely capture. It reminded me how powerful small gestures can be.
I have always had great respect for people whose work often goes unnoticed, like sanitation workers. I detest filth, and these workers are the quiet force behind the cleanliness that keeps our cities healthy and livable. In many ways, our missions align. I work to prevent or cure diseases, and they work to prevent the outbreak of diseases through filth. They are public health heroes in their own right and way and we must give it to them.
So to that driver: you probably didn’t know it, but you made my day. Thank you.
And to you reading this, how do you touch others in unexpected ways?
Please leave me comments.
God bless you.
I remain your friend,
Pal Ronnie
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