My Tin Cup
There is magic in my tin cup revealed in the dents and
crinkles of its sides. The handle has been repaired but it still functions well. At the bottom of my cup you can find some
marks from utensils that stirred the contents. While there is some dirt on the
outside put there by the elements the inside is clean and shinny. This is my
tin cup, I own it and it is mine. Many other possessions have come and gone in my life but still I can hold my tin cup.
I am sure when my tin cup was given to me as I arrived
into Life it was shinny all over, well formed, and unused. It was my responsibility to fill my tin cup from the very first
day and so everywhere I went so did my tin cup. When there was knowledge to be
gained I drank from my tin cup often as I could, when there were challenges I sipped slowly from my tin cup to get me through
them, when there were sorrows my tin cup spilled, and when there was joy I filled my tin cup often. Through the decades I carried my tin cup with me in the sun and in the rain. Others looked at my tin cup and wondered and queried me as to why I carried such a thing all the time.
Well, one day I may really need my tin cup I replied; yes, one day my tin cup will give me the greatest of pleasures, I thought
So on I traveled my personal roads of my life, carefully
packing along my tin cup. My young years were not necessarily easy but my parents
took good care of me and my Father told me many times I could do whatever I wanted to do, go where I wanted to go, and be
what I wanted to be. So on I traveled with my tin cup, filling it, drinking from it, and refilling it many times over, but
sometimes my tin cup spilled accidentally, sometimes on purpose by me or others.
As I grew up many things came and went to and from my
tin cup. My first life was active and busy with fun, joy, work, and studies. There so many people I had met around the World
with many stories to tell and wonders to reflect on. There were so many special things to see and places to go that my excitement
was overflowing as was my tin cup.
Then I chanced to meet in the distant world my wife to
be and family to grow. This was all of my own choosing for once again I could see wonderful reflections in my tin cup. The
years went by in my second life with new challenges, new places to live, and two children to help fulfill my life. We traveled
together, we played together, and we lived many experiences together. Not all was the way we wanted but we were a Family and
through Life we went together; at my belt all the time was my tin cup. One day
there was tragedy for my Wife had fallen and our Family Lives were changed forever and a large dent was put in my tin cup.
The winds of Life now howled through the handle of my
tin cup. Hold as I might it often spilled and I had to take care but on with my third Life now traveling new roads, meeting
new people, and going new places, always with my tin cup. There were questions
about how full my tin cup was and would it be enough to continue living, but with diligence, determination, and as graceful
as I could I discovered new worlds once again filling and drinking from my tin cup.
Yes, I have spent many personal resources with abandon
not thinking of any future needs for I still have my tin cup. Some close to me have commented that I should hold back and
save for my future, but who knows when the end of my Life will come and who knows the discoveries I can make while I am still
able and who knows what wonderful love experiences I can have still. Hark, I
have met a special person with whom I can relate and see a different World. Surely, success is mine with my tin cup.
hence, many may look at my Life and many may say my choices were in error for in the end I had nothing. Well, in my beginning
I had nothing also so perhaps Life evens out. Perhaps, at the end of my Life all my things were gone, but only the temporal
things left me, and the thoughts I hold in the end will be of the difference I made for others. Maybe I shall be without and sit on a street corner curb in the pouring rain holding firm to the handle
but with a large smile considering all my Life, its joys, its sorrows, and its grace. Thankful I would be for every moment,
now waiting for another stranger who would be my friend to drop something into my tin cup.