posted on Dec, 13 2006 @ 06:34 AM
"You have voted chissler for the Way Above Top Secret award. You have two more votes this month".
I'd like to congratulate you chissler on not only starting this thought invoking thread but also the actual 'act' of "paying it forward".
There is no greater joy than to see a persons face light up when you help them out. You can't put a price tag on the feeling it emulates back
There is one particular personal instance that stands out in my mind. About a year ago I was driving back home (about 5pm) and was at a stop light. I
happen to look at the side of the road and there was an elderly woman standing near the corner. She wasn't holding a sign, and she wasn't coming up
to cars or trying to get their attention in any shape or form. As I drove by when the light turned green I noticed that she had a
semi-confused/distraught look in her gaze that wasn't directed really in any direction...
I decided to pull over into the parking lot of a strip mall across the street to check her out a bit more closely. I don't know why I did it, maybe
because she looked like my elderly grandmother before she died. I always carry a pair of binoculars with me as I like to watch the skies whenever I
get the chance. I could see that she was probably 85 to 90 years old and dressed in what I can only describe as maybe something like a gypsy type
dress/attire, or in the least real old fashion clothing from the 'ol country (where ever that may have been). She stood on that corner without moving
for maybe 10 minutes still with that far-away gaze of somewhere (or nowhere) distance.
I couldn't sit in my car any longer just wondering as the curiousity was at a boiling point. I got out of my car and crossed the street over to where
she was standing at. I don't even know if she was aware that i had walked up next to her when I said "Hello" to her. She didn't answer me and her
gaze was still some where else so I repeated myself, "Hello there, are you ok?" Her head dropped down a bit and nodded her head to both sides,
"no" she said in a almost whisper, "I'm not" still not looking at me. It was a rather cold day and she really didn't have any type of
protective 'overwear' on and I could tell that she was shaking a little. I asked if she would like to have a cup of warm coffee or tea as there is
a McDonalds about 200 feet away. She nodded yes, but still would not look at me. I took her by the arm and we went inside the McDonalds and ordered
up some hot drinks and then we sat down at a table. After a few sips she had finally stopped shivering and so I asked if she lived nearby. She said
"I live down by the river in a moblehome" still not looking at me. I asked if she had lived there long and she replied that she had lived there for
about 10 years by herself "but won't make much of a differance in a few days". I asked why and she replied, "that the cost of living there was
too much for her on her limited income". I also found out that she had been living without electricity for the past three weeks as the electric
company had shut if off for being deliquent in payment. I asked if she had called them to let them know what her situation was like. She informed me
that her telephone had been disconnected four months prior. I then inquired as to why she was out on this street corner. She said that she had seen
beggars stand on the street corner asking for money to help get by... but she couldn't bring herself to ask anyone. I asked how long she's been
standing out there to which she replied "I've been out here the past three days but no one has given me any money". All during this time she not
once looked at me and I could only imagine that she must have been terribly embarressed of her predictiment and I also assumed that she was having
trouble with maybe a pride issue and thats why she wasn't foolowing thru with the actual act of begging. "I really can't bring myself to go up to
someone and ask for money, but I come down here all the same" she tells me. "Well do you have any kin folk nearby that might be able to help" I
asked? "I do have a daughter that lives in Texas, but I've not heard from them for several years, and I wouldn't want to be a burden to them".
Well I can tell you that my heart is really breaking for this little old lady and I bought her a hamburger dinner while she continued to tell me how
bad off she was and how she didn't know what she was going to do.
So let me make this long story short as the rest of the nite I was consumed in trying to help her out. I have a friend that is the manager of a small
hotel with a small kitchen and mini fridge in it and contacted him and worked out a deal with him since he owed me a few favors and so got her a warm
place to stay for however long it took to get her back in her place with electricty and the phone back on. I stocked the room with about 5 days worth
of food, and told my buddy to be sure to check on her daily and if she needed anything to just make a tab up for me that I could re-imburse. After
some coaxing I finally found out the name of her daughter and tracked her down and told her of her Mother's predictiment and the hotel room that she
was staying at. Her daughter was shocked and surprised that her Mother was so bad off as "Mom" had never said anything to her. They agreed to come
down as soon as possible (that week) to help her out and if worse came to worse they would take her back to Texas with them. She thanked me for
letting her know and looking out for her.
My excursions require me to travel away quite abit but I gave the little old lady $50.00, my phone and cell number and address (as I did also with the
daughter) and told her she could call me anytime and not to hesitate at all, that it was no bother at all, and that when I got back into town the
following week I would check up on her. About 4 hours has transpired and I'm pretty well dog-tired (as I'm sure she was too). I made my way to the
door, I said, "you know, everythings going to be just fine and work out". Then she broke down and started to cry, she hobbled over to me and gave
me a long hug and just kept crying as she clutched me. I started to cry to, I don't know why, I just did.
Her daughter arrived in the next couple of days and moved her back to Texas from Calif. I've gotten a few cards from them and she is doing better
now. I've adopted her as my step-grandmother and she refers to me as her 'Sunny Boy'
Oh I almost forgot to tell you, her first name is 'Hope'