Coaxing Sunset Pacific’s locomotive out into the daylight for the first time. The batteries weren’t up to the task, so back in it went, to be hooked up to the charger. Tomorrow might be the day if all goes well.
We each paid it forward yesterday. My turn came first as we sat at a Jack-in-the-Box on Chester, waiting for our food. A young man came in and although he looked a bit scruffy, he didn’t look like a druggie. He sat just inside the door and held his jacket collar to his face–to catch his breath, it seemed. Another customer offered him some loose change and he accepted it and said thanks. I figured that was what was going on with him… he was hungry and had no money. My little voice spoke up and told me to give him some money so he could buy some food. He wasn’t outside begging, but rather sitting inside, very unobtrusively, waiting for help. I took $5 out of my wallet and rolled it up — I walked over to him and handed it to him and merely said, “For food.” His face lit up and he thanked me. He sat for a bit and then got up and went to the counter and began ordering. I felt good — pleased that he took the money and used it to buy himself a meal rather than rushing out the door to buy alcohol or drugs.
Robert’s turn came when we went to WalMart. Robert waited in the car while I went in to do a bit of shopping. When I came out of the store, Robert pointed to an elderly man walking around in a daze, and said, “Go help that man!” I walked up to the man and asked him if he needed help. He said he’d lost his car. I asked him what kind and what color and when he told me, I went back and told Robert. Robert then drove up and down aisles, looking for the man’s car. When I spotted it, Robert stopped the car, I got out and then had to go find the car’s owner! I found him, but he didn’t see me waving at him — nor hear me yelling at him that I’d located his car. Everyone in the block heard me, but he didn’t. I finally had to get within 2 feet of him and tell him that we’d found his car. I felt so sorry for him. I’ve been there, done that myself, and I had no one to drive around looking for my car. I had to hoof it, usually pushing a shopping cart to boot! I’ve learned to always park by a tree or as close to a light standard — anything that is easily identifiable. There’s nothing so embarrassing as to call security in a department store to report your car stolen–and then discover that you’d exited the wrong door and your car was still where you’d parked it — on the other side of the building.
As I drove us home yesterday, I thought how blessed we are that I had extra money to share with someone who needed it, and we had a car that we could use to help someone else find theirs in a parking lot full of cars. We are blessed.
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Remember to tell those you love that you love them. And if you pray, please say a prayer for those who are fighting cancer today. I have a friend who’s not doing well. She needs all the prayers she can get. Thanks!