|And to all a Happy New Year|
I have a friend named Mitch. Mitch is another Gringo living here in the small city where I live here in Mexico. He is originally from Minnesota, is single, and for lack of a better word, he is the wrangler and manager of the stables and rodeo arena owned by the city. He breaks and trains horses, as well as taking care of them by feeding and water. I have always considered Mitch a "good man" during the several years now that I have known him.
Knowing that he had no wife or family here, I invited to our house for Christmas dinner. He told me he really appreciated it, but the way he celebrated Christmas was saddling up his horse and ridding the streets in the poorer areas of town and passing out candy to the kids who would be out in the streets playing with their new toys. i told him that was really neat and I would like to be a small part of it and buy the candy (he doesn't make a lot of money at the stables). So we went to Waldo's and bought enough packaged candies to fill a good sized Santa bag. I also got him a Santa Claus hat, but he didn't know if he would wear it or put it on the horse.
Mitch told me he did this every year. When a mutual friend of ours asked him why he did it, Mitch told him; "For me doing this epitomizes the spirit of Christmas. Giving to others, especially the poor and more especially to poor kids. When I see their little faces light up when I pass out the candy, that's what it is all about."
My estimation of Mitch as a "good man" went up several notches on my scale.
As we celebrate this joyous time of the year, hopefully doing something for others, lets not forget in our prayers Dr. Mireles, Nastora, Cemel Verdia, and the hundreds of others that are unjustly incarcerated.