It was months ago,
I sat in McDonalds after a rude awakening. I just simply sat there watching the people hurry off in different direction to work or school. As for me, I had no where to go. All my friends were in college advancing their studies and careers, while I just simply sat there.
The minutes ticked by on a clock that I could not see; the minutes ticked by for everyone except me.
Sitting there doing nothing, just watching the world pass me by. I considered myself, at that time, a waste of potential for this planet that is in desperate need of help. Why? Because I just sat there... I can't get a job....I can't go to college, for it's too expensive for my family. I just sat there...wasting every breath that I had...And that is when...the tears started to roll down my cheeks. Unstoppable tears.
The people around me stared, some leaving. I heard whispers of "lets sit far away from her." There was nothing I could do, my body refused to move. I just sat there watching life pass me by. Then, like a miracle someone approached. They gave me a pamphlet and with that they broke the motionless charm that I had placed upon myself. I took the pamphlet and glanced at it. "Reach out," it said. Without knowing, without planning, as the lady walked away I reached out to touch her, to make her wait.
She felt my shaking hand on her arm, I begged her to sit down with me. She did. A kind woman sat down with me, a person crying early in the morning. She heard my troubles, she listened to me. She nodded her head a couple of times and she held my hand. I finished my uncontrolled-Spanish rant and she sat with me as the tears began to slow.
She talked to me.
I spoke to her of a book that I have been writing... well trying to write since I was in 7th grade... and she gave me a twenty dollar bill. I refused to accept it. She told to keep that twenty dollar bill and when I finally publish a book, I could pay her back. She gave me much more than just a twenty dollar bill that day... She gave me hope and something else that day too...faith.
Faith is strong in my family, but I was the only one to lack it. I considered myself an atheist when I started high school, but if I look back I, myself, can see that I never was. Someday, I plan to repay her with a hundred times more than she gave me. That twenty-dollar bill is up on my wall, hanging reminding me that I must never lose the hope that resides within me. There are many paths that I can take... many beginnings that lead to different ends. I have not yet decide which one to choose. I am slow at that, I know. The day is coming closer and path is heading a new way. One that I do not know, but seems the best to me.
A twenty-dollar bill...
who knew it had much more worth than simply being twenty dollars?
Have you ever had a similar experience? Has someone believed in you during your darkest hour?
Comments (10)
What a beautiful story of salvation and hope. That lady was your guardian angel that day - - she was there for you and she helped save and guide you. You are truly blessed. I am so pleased that you are so much better for it today.
I too have had people there for me in my darkest hours, though under different circumstances than your own. Incidents like these help me restore my faith in humanity and of the general goodness in people. Thanks for sharing.
bless you for sharing this.
mine was when i had to wait to get over a bridge for a whole 6 hrs... i felt that i was on a deserted island.. i thought i would never be able to get out.. my mom and i were waiting forever.. finally, we
got out.. that was annoyin
A little love and compassion goes a long way.
@tumbling_dice@xanga - She definitely was my guardian angel that day.
@Kristenmomof3@xanga - thank you very much.
@discover_hienie@xanga - wow 6hrs? I'm glad you got out though.
@methodElevated@xanga - It truly does.
A good psychiatrist once told me I was right about being misdiagnosed with the label of schizophrienia. WOW! That was after I had been taking schizophrenia meds for 35 years. But "no go" in trying to get off the meds, later reported to be at a toxic level, after the next six years--with too much of it, as well. Those next six years I spent just returning the mental health clinic games with insisting they just relate to the truth and help me with my issues. They called reality--my delusions! The one psychiatrist in charge that told me I was nearly OK, and that it would just be a matter of time for the things I was going through to heal--brought my spirits of hope up to a level where I could continue. Praise God! Thank you--Jesus! ...Love, Sande
"are many paths that I can take... many beginnings that lead to different ends."
"Thomas said to him, 'Lord, we do not know where You are going, how do we know the way?' and Jesus replied 'I am the way... and the Truth... and the Life; no one comes to the Father except through Me.'" (John 14:5-6)
"Make Straight the Way of the Lord" (Isaiah).
@Singersaint@xanga - wow I hope you are very well now. And yes, hope is very important ^_^
What an awesome, awesome story... I read this with tears in my eyes not only for the beauty of the experience, but because I can relate... sorta... my husband's own situation is etched into the first part of your story--I immediately thought of him at the very first paragraph. I hope that, at least upon reading this, his story will not stop there. And to me, it is an encouragement as well, for often I feel guilty for his unfinished story, even though it started long before we met, and I sometimes wonder about my part in it. Thanks for allowing God to use you to speak into both of our hearts with this message of hope and new perspective. God bless your journey with Him!
you can accomplish anything with the right amount of focus darlin'.