Time has once again found me at the Starbucks in Target. Last time it found me here I had just “Paid It Forward” to the woman behind me in line. The cashier then Paid It Forward to me with a five dollar gift card. I gave it to the only other person in line who looked as pregnant as one can look.
Feeling quite happy with me self, I settled down to bit of writing. That writing never came, for the muses had scattered upon my learning of Mr. Van Patten's death. I was fighting tears for his family, while quickly sending them me condolences.
Even though the joy of the earlier seconds of giving never returned, I have since discovered that each time I Pay it Forward, me heart remembers to me the legacy of a great man I wish I had known. I think that I shall now instead call Paying it Forward “Doing a DVP.”
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
