Beatrice Jones-The Quintessential Human Being

Everybody knows a Beatrice Jones. She could be your mother or she could be your sister. She could be your grandmother, aunt or niece. She could be your girlfriend or she could be your wife. She could even be your co-worker, boss or supervisor. Maybe Beatrice Jones is a good acquaintance or best friend.

Beatrice Jones, for me, is an above average female, who despite overwhelming oddities according to some of her “best” friends, has accomplished many tasks in her relatively short life. Things like voluntarily passing out flyers at peace rallies, local farmer’s markets, high school events and city council meetings, plus organizing events and doing all that "grunt work" without asking for a single thing in return.

Beatrice Jones doesn’t want any accolades, thank-yous or spotlights shining down upon her or in her face; she does what she does, finishes the job and continues onward like a weary soldier doing her duty for God and country.

Beatrice Jones is very devoted to her mission in life in whatever shape, form or situation that plays out. Throw down a deck of cards and she’ll play them exactly as she sees fit. No one can tell her what to do, as only she only knows her game plan for certain.

One cause Beatrice Jones is very dedicated to, however, is the well-being of children. She loves children dearly, yet sadly has none of her own to take care of, bathe, clean, feed or watch them grow up into the everyday places of “Maybe-World” and “Never-Never Land.”

No, Beatrice Jones has to sit on the sidelines, whistling and cheering them toward the brink and into true future-hood, where in one wink of an eye, two nose twitches, three ear wiggles and four gasping breathes they are catapulted into adulthood, that welcomes them with open arms. Oh those great joys Beatrice Jones must miss in order to fulfill other obligations that are required in her game plan, but it never escapes her mind, no sir!

What isn’t that well-known about Beatrice Jones is that she’s dying, but aren’t we all? Beatrice Jones has outlived a number of medical standards and practices, all telling her that she wouldn’t live to see a ripe old age, but amazingly she’s doing it and doing it well. She’s had a number of tune-ups and fixes upon her and as result, functions in the best manner she knows how to.

You wouldn’t know all of this however, behind her warm smile and sweet gentleness. She carries on regardless without asking for help. She doesn’t want any help. Each day she rises out of bed, she lives each day of her life to the fullest, as if it is her last day upon the planet Earth. She holds her head up high and passes on her knowledge to anyone that will listen to her. That is what is most important to Beatrice Jones.

Yes, everyone knows a Beatrice Jones. After all, there aren’t many Beatrice Jones types in this cold cruel world anymore and that’s the sad part. Very few people care to help out a single soul without expecting a reward in return. Very few people have time to sit and listen to a good story, above all, very few have time to take in what life has to offer, save for television, sporting events, the national lottery or whom was murdered in the past 24 hours according to the press.

There are not enough people in this world like Beatrice Jones anymore; nope not really. And the world will be a lonelier place without Beatrice Jones when she succumbs to the higher elevation and disappears back into the abyss.

Say a prayer for him, won’t you?