So I was running late for work and made the 41st
street exit off highway 75. As I pulled
up to a stop sign there was a car in front of me that idled at the sign. I was just about to lay on the horn when the
driver opened his door and exited his car. What the heck?
He looked at me and gave a friendly wave and popped his trunk.
It was freezing cold out and I hadn’t even paid attention to
the elderly lady who sat on the frigid sidewalk by the stop sign. After a while panhandlers just become invisible. Not much different than high grass on the
median in June.
The guy pulled a blanket out of his trunk and walked to the
old woman wrapping her in the blanket. I
would see tears in her eyes as she mouthed “God bless you.” The man got back in his car and was off. I pulled up and made no eye contact. My heart warmed but my eyes were frozen in a
fixed position straight ahead. I quickly
jerked my head left and right watching for oncoming traffic and drove off.
After being touched by the kindness of a stranger, being
gifted the dignity of acknowledgement, I probably reminded her that men like
the one in front of me are noticeable because sadly they are rare. I should be better. I can be better. Maybe I will be better.
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