God allows good to happen to me so I can help other.
Walking to work, cautiously in the rain without my cane, I saw women crying coming towards me. She asked where is 50 Market Street. As I pointed, she began wailing. She told me her name is Diane. She lives in Belleville. She lost her husband of thirty years and tried dating on Christian mingle and someone stole her identity. She just had back surgery and was having trouble on the hill. She explained she also has a bad heart. She said she was broke and hadn’t paid her rent for the first time in her 53 years. Mostly, she said, she felt like no one cares about her and she wasn’t certain she could take anymore.
I told her she was supposed to run into me. I explained I had back surgery too. I offered her my cane to get up the hill and said I could buy a new one if she needed to keep it. Then, she grabbed and hugged me. I actually hugged her back and said, “Someone cares about you because I care. Calm down before you make yourself sick. It will be okay. I promise.”
She thanked me and wiped her face. She apologized for breaking down. I told her, “I’ve been where you are often but I know people care about me so it’s always okay. Now you know someone cares about you so hold on.”
I walked away thinking of how I was reminded how much I was loved this week. I was late for work but felt fortunate I could pass the feeling on.
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