My mother always greeted her neighbor, who refused to respond.

“Why do you keep doing it”, I asked; “don’t you see he doesn’t care?”

“I am not doing it for his response”; she replied,

“I am doing it because its the right, the kind thing to do.”

I thought she was being foolish; now however, I understand.

The intervening years have taught me well.

Being a fool, doing what is right and kind,

issues from a place where wisdom, born of God resides.

Now I relish the wisdom in being foolish.