{"id":1006,"date":"2016-07-19T00:55:44","date_gmt":"2016-07-19T00:55:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/?p=1006"},"modified":"2021-03-14T06:59:59","modified_gmt":"2021-03-14T06:59:59","slug":"finding-hope-in-a-lemonade-stand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/2016\/07\/19\/finding-hope-in-a-lemonade-stand\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Hope in a Lemonade Stand"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"LemonadeFor a couple years, there was what I affectionately nicknamed, \u201cThe Posse” that assembled whenever there was trouble in my neighborhood. The Posse consisted of about half-a-dozen elementary-aged boys on bicycles.\u00a0One evening arriving home before sunset, the small band of do-gooders had gathered in my front yard standing upright on their bikes looking forlornly at the cornfield across the busy road. The majority of boys weren\u2019t allowed to cross the road due to their parent\u2019s rules, but it was obvious that something was terribly wrong.<\/p>\n

I pulled into my garage, wanting to head straight for my living room couch and a little TV, but I could tell they needed some adult help. Remembering once having had a little boy of my own who is now all grown up, I dutifully approached the group to inquire what was happening. Animatedly talking over each other, the youngsters frantically shared that a neighborhood dog had gone missing in the nearby field.\u00a0The corn was high like it is right now. The oldest boy and I, the one who owned the brown and white frisky pooch, headed across the road while the others anxiously watched. Miraculously, the curious canine came running when he\u00a0heard his 10-year-old master’s voice calling his name.<\/p>\n

On another occasion, while I was in the yard pulling weeds, a middle-aged female who was new to the neighborhood and to Ohio approached me sobbing about her missing cats. I calmly explained that we would have to call out The Posse. That particular time, even some parents got involved in the hunt. One cat was eventually recovered, but sadly the other was never found.\u00a0The members of this boyhood group are older now, and seem to have disbanded. It’s been a real loss, because their camaraderie infused a bond among normally isolated neighbors.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s face it, unless we\u2019ve known someone for a long time, most folks keep to themselves in whatever neighborhood we live. Many people are so busy. Besides, the world has grown increasingly frightening these last couple of years, and neighboring can seem like a thing of the past.\u00a0With terrorist attacks in unexpected places, ongoing school shootings, political unrest, heroin addiction running rampant, racially motivated killings, and then on July 7, 2016, our country witnessed one of the greatest tragedies of this decade. Five Dallas law enforcement officers were murdered, and seven others were injured in a brutal massacre. The following morning, I couldn\u2019t imagine how anything would cause our country to have a bright future, and I\u2019m sure I wasn\u2019t alone in that thought. Although it was a beautiful sunny day, I wanted to lock the doors and give up on humanity.<\/p>\n

But late that morning, I glanced out of my kitchen window, and couldn\u2019t believe what I saw. On the edge of my yard, four or five small children and a little red wagon, a few elementary school girls and one boy sitting in miniature chairs who had set up a makeshift lemonade stand. Children I had never seen on my corner before, with a young mother watching on the sidewalk nearby.\"Lemonade<\/p>\n

Despite my formally despondent mood, I felt hope for the future bubble up inside as I observed the kids excitedly interacting with each other. I did what any self-respecting neighbor lady should do. I told my husband who was home on vacation, we had to go outside and buy some lemonade.\u00a0Even though my spouse has been dieting, I asked him to give the little ones $1.00 for the fifty-cent lemonade. Confused that I was encouraging him to drink sugar and pay double the amount, my poor hubby was surprised a second time when I told him it was best if we throw the sugary drink away once we were back inside.\u00a0I explained that being a former business owner myself, I had simply wanted to encourage the young professionals that hard work pays off.<\/p>\n

Even when another fatal incident happened in Baton Rouge recently with law enforcement officers being targeted again, I remembered the lemonade stand. In the midst of turmoil it remains a sign of hope that there is still a wonderful future waiting for our nation\u2019s children, because they are the future. I saw it in their twinkling eyes as we handed over our money to pay for our fifty-cent lemonade. Dollar bills that still say, “In God we trust.” The lemonade stand was a visual reminder that in the darkest of life’s storms, we can trust that there is a plan for our tomorrows.<\/p>\n

Christina Ryan Claypool is an Amy award-winng freelance journalist and inspirational speaker. Contact her through her website at <\/em>www.christinaryanclaypool.com<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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