"You Don't Have Anything...."

The initial assessment of the moving company is that we could be packed out in a day, maybe finish loading the second day, because, he said, "you really don't have anything...."
He was speaking as a mover, looking at the things that needed to be loaded into a moving van, and I am not offended.
But
It set me thinking.
about the hundreds, (yes hundreds) of people who have eaten with us
about the family we helped when their son ran away from home
about the folks who had health care because of us
and tuition paid for by Kris
and food given,
and children's clothes, a stroller, a crib
a television, microwave
and washers, a dryer, tables.....

When the rubber hits the road, all you really have to care for people is what you ARE.

Our society prizes material things, but nomads prize what doesn't have to be carried on the back, like good food, companionship, stories, and traditions. North America is the only culture I know of that doesn't have folk stories about wise-but-poor scholars, or intelligent-but-poor women. The thought in the United States is
"If you're so smart, how come you aren't rich?"

But some day, at The Judgement,
that rich guy currently in the news will say "I was a patron of the arts",
but of me
some day-labourers will say "she gave me lunch and something to drink on a long hot day"