It's the little stuff

Who would know, if they gazed down the street at the park with the thick green grass and pleasant little picnic table, under the shade of a big cottonwood tree....who would know that there is so much pain surfacing in the building right across the street, at the hospital for the sick and wounded?

Who would know, as they watched a little girl spin and dance her way into the hospital cafeteria with such utter joy on her pretty little face....who would know that the one playing the beautiful piano music for the little girl's joy, is a patient in the treatment center, probably fighting his way through the tangled web of addiction?

Who would know that behind the preciously delicate little face, silky soft hair and the peaceful looking slumber of the baby, is a body struggling to survive and make sense of this complicated world?

Sometimes it's the little stuff that makes this big stuff seem not quite as big.