The inspiration of the week came this week from a gentleman I met on the Kaysville garden tour.
He told me all the reasons he finds working in his yard relaxing and enjoyable, and I was inspired by his thoughts and intrigued as well, because they were so different from mine.
I’d always considered yard work to be rather hard work.
But for him, it was a time away from other concerns, a time out of doors and a time rewarded by the color and serenity that were the fruits of his labors.
His comments so inspired me that I worked in my yard this week. Something I hadn’t done for some weeks. OK, some months.
There is something nice about gardening. Immediate results, control, the feeling of accomplishment, that no one else is there to tell you that you did it wrong.
So yes, maybe it was in a little way kind of relaxing Р as long as I didn’t think about the complaints from my back and my wrist. And maybe it was enjoyable being outside С until the lightning and the downpour. But mostly beyond what it inspired me to do, maybe it was just plain inspiring to see someone who so thoroughly embraces work and finds it so completely rewarding.
Another inspiration from the week came in a chance encounter in Bountiful and the acquaintance of a young woman just home from military boot camp.
Yes, she said, in answer to my battery of questions, it was as hard as I’d heard it was. Yes, they broke you before they built you up. Yes, the last test meant going for days with little food and little sleep, carrying lots of weight for lots of miles to prove you were worthy of the weight of the responsibility of representing our country in its military.
Yes, she said, she passed. It was hard but she did it and her adventure will continue.
I was inspired by the woman I met just yesterday, who told of the time she saw Americans stand and put their hands on their hearts in respect to the country’s flag. She was Syrian at the time, and no such respect was given her country by its citizens. She decided then to come to America and though it wasn’t easy, she made it happen. When she studied for the citizenship test, she prepared so well that she knew every last one of the 100 questions that could be on the test.
The people in the purple shirts at the overnight relay sponsored by the American Cancer Society last week were cancer survivors. The groups who walked with them through the night were made up in large part of their families and supporters, or families or groups that had lost a loved one or who had someone they loved in the hospital fighting the disease.
One young woman who performed had a mother fighting cancer. The mother had just undergone a double mastectomy. The mother was there to support her daughter, to support the cause. It had to be hard. They both were inspirational.
All these people make me think that “hard” is the operative word when it comes to being inspirational. Working hard, sticking it out, not giving up.
You don’t even have to be rich or famous or blond or skinny or excessively smart or terribly educated.
Any one of us can be inspirational.