This weekend I packed up my family and got to meet up with Rocky Turner, her husband (and my boss) Jeff Turner and our friend Kim Wood. Along with our collective families, we made a nice sized crowd and enjoyed seeing some sights up in the north eastern portion of my state, West Virginia.
We spent most of our time in a little town called Thomas. Iâ€™m an extreme morning person and rather than wake anyone, I crawled out of bed and got to know the town better. A sleepy morning town will tell you all about the people who live there, if you will just take the time to listen.
I know that the people there are kind. I saw proof of that in the flower pots set in front of a doorway to block the way. A terse â€œUse Other Doorâ€ sign would have worked, but the flowers said it with a smile.
There was a box of chalk and colorful designs scrawled across the sidewalk in front of a store. I imagined the shopkeeper setting them out for the kids, rather than trying to run them off.
A pan of water by a storefront told me pets were welcomed, not tolerated.
There was a sign in a shop proclaiming â€œKarma Soupâ€. If youâ€™re hungry, help yourself. You get a meal, they get good karma and count it as a fair trade.
This was an old town. Some might drive through and think that itâ€™s seen better days, they might even write it off as poor or even backwards.
I know better. This town whispers that itâ€™s full of creative, loving people who will find a way to work with what they have. Theyâ€™ll take care of each other and every living thing around them. It was said so clearly that I didnâ€™t even have to meet the people to know it. They left their clues everywhere. From one walk, I could tell you this was a good place to live.
Iâ€™m left wondering what my town would tell me on an early morning walk. I donâ€™t think the story would be such a happy one.
And I wonder what I can do to change that.