I am always amazed at the person that I have become. It is like an out of body experience, and usually leaves me a bit perplexed. For my 70th birthday, I read what people said about me, and actually typed it out an hung on the fridge to be reminded that I am loved. They said things like “you have a giving heart,” “a beautiful soul,” “you are most kindest, thoughtful, generous person,” “I am honored to know you,”. I cannot understand nor own these statements.
But when I do acts of kindness it is automatic, without any thought or hesitation. Example, I saw a lady in my neighborhood that has osteoporosis mowing the lawn, she could only look at the ground she was so bent over. I stopped the car ran over and offered to mow her lawn. She said no, but the response was automatic. This week as I was standing outside in my driveway talking to the lawn guy, a man came up looking very hot and tired, he said he was lost and couldn’t find his way home. I said, “I will help you,” I asked, ” where do you live?” He said, “I don’t know.” I said, “what is your address?” He said, ” I don’t know.” I said “I will get you some cold water, and I will find where you live.” You should have seen the look on the lawn guys face. He kept looking at the man then me, and could not understand how I could take a man home if I didn’t know were to go, but I knew if I had to drive up and down every street I would get him home. While I was getting the water he called his wife, and when I returned I got the address, and;took him home.
This past winter, it was really cold and snowy. I was at the grocery store, and I started talking to the man in front of me about the quality of the food. He said he had walked 12 miles to this store and was going to walk another 7 miles for an interview. He had a scruffy beard, and dirty clothes and was a little grungy. I said, “I will give you a ride to the interview.” Everyone’s heads turned wondering why I would offer to help this man, and shouldn’t I be concerned about my safety? I took him to a barber shop to get cleaned up, and talked to him for 2 hours, about, trying to get him to try a better job than White Hen. He said he only had a associates degree and didn’t think he could do better, I explained I didn’t even go to high school and I became a success. I am certain God put me in his life to share my experiences. I hope it made a difference for him. When my foster mom died, I loved her and had forgiven her for beating am an throwing me against the wall. If I cried she would hit me until I stopped crying. I can honestly say, I loved her and took care of her for 2 years, flying down at least once a month to see her, and spending $4000 a month to care for her.
I am becoming the person that God wants me to be, kind, and loving. I hope I will have enough time to share these gifts that I have been given. I can see the smile on Gods face, and he is saying “good job, my child I believed in you , even when you doubted.”