One tiny little bitty change.  Maybe one more step.

One bite.  One little smile.  One penny saved.

Ridiculous.  Absurd.  Not worthy of any attention…

In the great scheme of things, who is going to notice?  What can one possibly do with one extra step? Or bite? Or smile? Or penny saved? What’s the point?  It’s not going to accomplish much; you won’t ever see the difference.

Well, maybe you are right at first.  One step won’t make a noticeable difference.  Or one penny, or one bite.

But one plus one makes two.  And two plus one adds up to three.  And if you add three more, you are up to six.  Now one extra bite won’t do much, I agree, but six extra bites… it’s starting to add up, don’t you think?  And six plus another six makes twelve.  And by the time you have twelve of anything, it can become quite noticeable.

If you put one feather on the one side of an old-fashioned scale, you won’t see any change.  Another feather–no change.  Another feather–no change.  Another feather–the scale begins to move, so subtly that you hardly notice.  Another feather… the scale tilts a bit.  If you keep going, eventually the scale is going to be weighted down on the feather side.  Yet each light feather sure did not look like it was making a difference.

We measure life in years.  I am fifty-two years old.  Realistically, though, each one of these fifty-two years did not just appear (or disappear).  Each single one of them started with seconds, then minutes, hours, days, weeks and eventually months.

Twelve months to be exact.  Fifty-two weeks.  Three hundred and sixty five days most years.  Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty minutes.  Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred seconds.

Which one of these seconds did not matter?  The one when my eyes met my husband’s for the first time and I knew we were meant to become one?  Or the one when I found out I was pregnant?  Or the one I got pregnant?  Or the one my friend died?  Or the one when a stranger smiled at me and made me all better?

With so many people on earth, what’s one more, or one less?  Who would notice, anyway?  I’ts just one life after all…  Which one of these doesn’t matter? 

Skewed thinking is dangerous for the heart, and deadly for our society.  Every choice counts.  Every decision matters.  Even the hidden ones.  Or the ones so small they seem pointless.  Each and every one.

Or which one doesn’t?  You tell me! 

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