Paige Thomas DeHart

This whole deal with covid and the protests has reminded me of many things.

It has brought recollections of the “servants” who raised me.

I was a rich, white, preppy in the 70’s who was raised by my black housekeeper.

My childhood trauma issues kept me from developing full-blown affluenza, but I clearly remember that the woman who seemed to care for me the most was her. Her name was Christine.

She was the one who combed my hair, gave me rides, and even chased me around the pool when she caught me with weed.

She was the one who told me I was something in a world where I believed that I was nothing.

In the movie, The Help, I relate most to the little girl who was constantly criticized by her mother.

I know today as a mother myself that Christine was serving in the role as mother; and she did it well.

I have learned that the world in which I live is a reflection of what I am.

If I am arrogant and prideful, I see others as beneath me or inferior.

I betray myself with that attitude.

However, when I look deeply at others, I see them as the teachers that they are.

It is the homeless and the addicts, the criminals and the mentally “ill” who have taught me who and what I am.

The mean-spirited have taught me who and what I am not.

Jesus did not exalt himself with flowing robes and motorcades.

He washed his disciples’ feet to show the meaning of servant leadership and humility.

So, let us remember when we are tempted to look down at others, that things are not what they seem; and your “servant” may be your Master.

Om Shanti Shanti
PTD ✝️🙏🕉