Maybe it’s silly, or maybe I just have too much time on my hands, but I am afflicted—often—by wondering about the “invisible” people in our lives. There are so many people in our everyday lives who present themselves in tangible ways, but we will almost never come to meet them. Like the worker who stocked the yogurt shelf or the janitor who mops down the gym each night. Who are they? We may never know, but that doesn’t make them touch any less upon our lives.
During this month of wonder and winter, I find myself thinking about
the musician who played the triangle parts in “The Little Drummer Boy” I hear on the radio
the data entry clerk who typed up all the song information that displays on my holiday music station
the sanitation worker that will eventually pick up our Christmas tree for the city compost pile
the family of the UPS worker who has to work many late nights this month
the stringer of twinkling lights in the trees lining the city streets
the senders of all the letters that weigh and slow down our mail carrier each darkening day
the tree farmer in some distant state (or Canada!) that cut down the very tree we will put in our living room
the baker who rolled the dough for the last minute cookies we will surely buy
the fisherman who caught the salmon that will fill our bellies on Christmas night
the wordsmith that crafted the sentiment printed in the second holiday card we received
the beekeeper who sold the beeswax to make the candles that will glow in our living room
the snowplow drivers who try to move the mountains of snow around our narrow street
the factory worker that helped to churn out the stocking holders on our mantle
the bookstore clerk who thoughtfully wrote up a book recommendation that will result in a gift under the tree
Who are all of these people? Do they have joy, warmth, and love in their lives? What was their day like on the day they did the thing that will help create the memories in my own home? What kinds of Christmas cookies do they like to eat? What is on their wish list? Do they wonder about people like me? Do they realize, like I do, that we really are all connected by invisible but indelible strands?
Who are the mystery people you’d like to know this month?
Copyright (c) 2014 Kristen M. Ploetz
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