Angels Unaware It was a rainy night in New Orleans At a bus station in the town, I watched a young girl weeping As her baggage was taken down. It seems shed lost her ticket Changing buses in the night. She begged them not to leave her there With no sign of help in sight. The bus driver had a face of stone And his heart was surely the same. Losing your tickets like losing cash money he said, And left her in the rain. Then an old Indian man stood up And blocked the drivers way And would not let him pass before He said what he had to say. How can you leave that girl out there? Have you no God to fear? You know she had a ticket. You cant just leave her here. You cant put her out in a city Where she doesnt have a friend. You will meet your schedule, But she might meet her end. The driver showed no sign That hed heard or even cared About the young girls problem Or how her travels fared. So the old gentleman said, For her fare Ill pay. Ill give her a little money To help her on her way. He went and bought the ticket And helped her to her place And helped her put her baggage In the overhead luggage space. How can I repay, she said, the kindness youve shown tonight? Were strangers who wont meet again A mere thank you doesnt seem right. He said, What goes around comes around. This Ive learned with time - What you give, you always get back; What you sow, you reap in kind. Always be helpful to others And give what you can spare; For by being kind to strangers, We help angels unaware.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 13:21:48 +0000
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