Shine your light down on me
Lift me up so I can see
Shine your light when you’re gone
Give me the strength
To carry on, carry on
Sometimes, you drop a pebble into a pond and you can see the ripples. You can know the effect your actions have. Sometimes, the ripples become farther apart —so much so that you think the motion has ceased.
And sometimes, just sometimes, the ripples may not be visible to the naked eye because they have taken on a life of their own. They have gathered a momentum you could not have predicted. And that momentum is powerful and beautiful.
I’ll let the words of a commenter on my last post speak for themselves:
Beth, I just want to let you know that your story had a real impact on Mr. W. We live across the street from Mr. W. This evening he and his family stopped over to personally deliver your story and our blue bulb. In fact, Mr. W. purchased blue bulbs for everyone on our cul-de-sac! We will proudly shine our blue bulb in honor of the child and families that are affected by autism.
For all those who wonder if a simple blue light can make a difference, just ask Mr. W., his employees and his neighbors.