Photo of a man having simple cup of coffee ...an act of kindness..
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An image I recently saw on facebook reminded me of a true story about me and an incident I wrote about many years ago ..
I called it "THE VISIT".. a day etched in my memory forever...
it started like this.
It was Saturday morning, April of 1941, nearing the end of depression, and unemployment still around 10%..hard times still going on in America, and just before going into worldwarll in Dec...
I had my weekly chores to do plus I was struggling with a homework assignment that had to be handed in on Monday, so I was stressed out and a bit testy.
When the doorbell rang I was so startled I almost jumped out of my skin,.
I stomped to the door and
jerked it open, a little old scranny looking man stood there. He started to offer me some items he was carrying on a tray being supported by a strap around his neck . As he started to say something to me, I barely noticed pencils, shoelaces, rulers
etc. My fast reaction was to tell him, "No, we don't want any of that junk". and I slammed the door in his face !
walked back to the kitchen and started to sweep the floor mubbleing under my breath.
But then I started to see flashes of his face ...I kept grugedly pushing the broom around the floor. Suddendly
words he said were booming in my head !! A word here and there, like, "please,.. trade,.. hungry.. " I tried to tell myself I was imagining things..
I began to have an awful sinking feeling, my mouth went dry , I strained to remember what he had said as I was slamming the door so rudely.
Mom noticed the strange look that came over my face as the realization of what I had done sank into my head. When she asked me what was wrong, a flood of tears burst from my eyes. I said, "Oh mom , what's the
matter with me, that poor man was hungry, he wanted to trade something, anything if I couldn't buy, just for a small bite to eat." I sobbed, feeling like I just kicked the dog or worse.
Well, the refrigerator door nearly came off it's hinges when I pulled it open. My right hand was grabbing for butter, lunchmeat, and fruit,..my left hand opening the bread box and flinging the bread onto
the counter. I assembled and quickly wrapped couple of sandwiches and put them and fruit into a paper bag and sprinted out the front door.
"HE CAN'T BE TOO FAR DOW THE STREET,"
I was thinking, "HE'S OLD AND CERTAINLY COULDN'T WALK TOO FAST." Oh please be there Mr. I was pleading to myself. Then I saw him..I rushed up to him and pushed the bag with the food onto his tray and blurted out how sorry I was for being so
mean and rude.
I turned and started to run back home, when I heard him say in a gentle, but certain voice. "Thank you my child, and I bless you." (did I also hear the words,
"for as you do unto the lowest of my flock, it is also done unto me"?) ..Maybe...
I am so grateful for that lesson learned early in my life..
The image on facebook and the article that came with it..should be shared by all of us..there is a project at some fast food restaurants in another state called "on hold"..where customers can buy coffee or meals and
have them paid for and put on hold ..for anyone in need. I would like to see that started here in Wisconsin where I live..A simple act of kindness..paying it forward..
We are so blessed and
really need to share the blessings.
"Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave
you. " Ephesians 4:32
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
"This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it".