This is a long post…but an interesting one. I hope you’ll take a few minutes to read it. Yesterday, I bought a lady’s personal hair remover thingie for my face. Waxing gets to be expensive…and painful. Oh, the things you have to deal with as you approach 50. This afternoon, I realized it needed a triple A battery to use it so I went to CVS for one. In the space where I parked, there was a woman sitting against the wall, her head buried between her knees. I thought she was probably waiting for a ride and was hot. It was so hot today. I bought my batteries and some duck jerky treats for our dog. She was still there as I was about to leave. I got into my car, put it into reverse, but something told me to ask her if she was all right. So I parked and asked if she was okay. She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and told me her story. She’s from San Antonio, where she works at Walmart. An extreme situation early this morning made her gather a few things, get into her car and go to friends in Austin who could help her. In Schertz, just north of San Antonio, her car broke down. She had enough money to catch a bus to Kyle and the CVS. She had been trying to call her friends, but her phone died. She didn’t know what to do. No money, no phone and still in shock from what had happened to her earlier. I couldn’t leave her. All she needed was a ride 12 miles down the interstate to where her friends lived. So I said, “I’ll take you.” She shook my hand and introduced herself, first and last name. As we drove, we talked and charged her battery in my car. Yoli has been a caretaker to her mother, who has Alzheimer’s, for many years. She’s been a helper. She needs work. Because she’s bilingual, I suggested she try the motels along I-35, because she’d be great as a front desk clerk. So many Mexican truck drivers and workers stay at them along their travels. Or being a hospice worker, since she’s been a caretaker for so long. She was interested and perked up a bit. We arrived at her friends’ apartment. I gave her a bottle of water and a half pack of Lifesavers, the only “food” I had in my car. She expressed her gratitude again and again. This story is not about me. It’s about being a good Samaritan whenever you’re presented the opportunity. Traveling to and from Mexico along the highways for so many years, there were times when I had to ask for help, to rely on the kindness of strangers. And I was always given it. Since then, I’ve asked God or the Creator or the Universe or whatever you want to call it to give me opportunities to help others, to return the many favors. When I’m on my deathbed, I want to be able to say to myself, “Way to go, Dianna. You did what you could to help.” My wish has been granted many times. And so my friends, I’ll tell you this. There will be times in your life when you have to humble yourself and ask for help. It’s easy to give. It’s not so easy to receive. You may not want to give a stranger a ride, but you can carry an apple or a cookie or pop-top cans of tuna fish and soup, and the plastic forks and spoons you get at convenience stores…and give to that homeless and hungry person on the side of the road. You can give a dollar and not judge what it might be spent on. I feel blessed that I was able to help Yoli today in an hour’s time. It not only meant a lot to her, but it also meant a lot to me. We are lucky to have our blood family and our family of friends. But we must also be kind to our worldly family, those of us on earth together at this time. Mankind. Take care of each other. We are one. https://youtube/watch?v=OoDY8ce_3zk
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 00:36:10 +0000
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