17 October 2008
Yesterday at work I helped a homeless lady with some things. She had matted, dirty dread locks and she smelled so bad. Her shirt was more like a piece of fabric that was wrapped around her body. She carried what seemed to be like everything she owned in a plastic bag. I didn't do anything special, I just rang up up and was friendly to her like I try to be to every other customer. I smiled and asked her about her day.
When I was finished helping her out I went back out on the floor to finish my price changes and she came and found me. She placed a dollar bill in my hand and thanked me for everything I did for her and for being so nice to her. She told me that she tries every day to do something nice for someone who shows her kindness, and that all she asks for in return is for people to pray for her son with Cerebral Palsy. I told her I couldn't take her money but that I would still pray for her son. She refused to take her dollar back and insisted that I use it to buy something little for myself- if I didn't keep it, the miracle wouldn't happen.
I told her that I have been blessed in my life and that I didn't need her dollar, but I would still pray really hard for him, and for her, and that no matter what she will be blessed with a miracle in her life very soon. Because I have faith. She pushed the dollar further in my hand and walked away. She needed her miracle.
