Yesterday, we had a blackout in our neighbourhood. It was about five o'clock in the evening when the power went out. I was ready to make dinner when I overheard A.R holler in the bathroom - "HEY!" He was about to take a shower, and was left in the dark! I told J.P to give his brother the rechargeable lantern, and to keep him company. Hubby was busy on the computer but was stunned that he had lost all what he was working on. One minute the house was bright, humming with activity and the next, we're fumbling our way in the darkness. I found my battery operated mini radio, and turned it on. J.P took my small flashlight, and played with it like it was a light saber! After A.R took his shower, the boys went to their bedroom, and took out books to read. Surprisingly, they were pretty calm and content to be near the lantern. I asked them if they were getting hungry, and they both said that they were. We went downstairs, and found hubby fast asleep on the couch. I went to the kitchen, and heated some leftover ham - using a portable gas stove, and cooking by candlelight. Over dinner, we discussed the situation in Haiti, and the boys compared their life to those who survived the earthquake, and who have been affected by the devastation. They pointed out all the things they have at home, while others didn't have anything at all. And soon enough, they realized how very lucky they were. Not once did I hear them complain about having no electricity, no computer, no Nintendo, or no television. They waited and waited quietly. The blackout lasted for an hour. It gave us time to pause and reflect, to be grateful and to be still.
One hour such a small, small sacrifice.