While not everyone celebrates all the holidays coming up I thought I would send something out to give everyone a little more faith in humanity. This is a story from a friend of mine in Massachusetts that just makes me smile. After it, stop and think about when you have been somewhere at the right place and time for someone else’s purpose. I will type mine out later.
Stopped at a chain grocery store ("Shaw's") to pick up a few things tonight after work. Being late November, the sun had set probably two hours ago when I left the store around 6 PM.
As I was pushing the carriage around to my car, there was what I thought to be an SUV waiting for my space, which I thought odd since there were plenty of spaces not too far away from mine. Then I see an elderly man at the wheel, and he calls out, "Excuse me! Can you help me please??" When I approached his car, he looked scared. Scared and confused. He wanted to know if I knew where a certain street was, and being relatively new to the area (only one year), I didn't. After getting more of a handle on his state of mind (not too clear but not frantic either), I had him follow me to a 7-11 convenience store a couple of miles away where we asked for directions to what I then found out was HIS HOME. The man had Alzheimer's and was totally lost. At that point, I mentioned calling the police to ask them for assistance, and Jim (the lost man) almost bolted from the store. "No!! Don't call them!! They'll take my license away!!" After the clerk and me calmed him down and promised we wouldn't call the police, I remembered that I had a road atlas in my car from when I was house hunting last year. I retrieved it, brought it into the store (I had to promise Jim that I wasn't going outside to call the police), found his street, and although maps and me aren't exactly close buddies, I was pretty sure I could find the address. He then followed me the, I'd say, 5 miles from the 7-11 to his house, all the while driving 25 mph along a 45 mph roadway ("Don't go too fast and lose me!!!", he had pleaded with me.) I made sure he got into his house okay (lived alone) where he proceeded to show me all his photos on the wall, etc. I spent my time trying to make him promise not to drive unless it was daytime, etc. As I was getting up to leave (I'd been on the sofa for about 10 minutes chatting), we heard keys rattling in the door lock, and in walked his granddaughter. Apparently Jim's daughter (who doesn't live localy) had been trying to reach him and was in full panic mode and sent the granddaughter (who does live locally) over to the house to check on him. When she came in and came face to face with me, it was weird. She was grateful I had brought her grandfather home safely, but I could see the suspicion in her eyes and voice (i.e. who are you and what are you doing here).
All I know is that I was glad I was there in the parking lot when Jim drove by and asked for help. And I'll always remember that when I was saying goodbye to him tonight, he asked me if he could give me a hug for "saving him". I said I'd be honored and hugged him back really hard