I was at a convenience store the other day and had to smile when I saw a little (long haired) boy, maybe 2 years old walking across the parking lot with his mom…his little hand in hers. I notice these things moreso now that I have no little hands to hold. :( I smiled to myself hoping this gal appreciates the innocence of her child and how fast the years will fly by.
Now. Being a local person, I mostly see very familiar faces. This one was clearly not. She got my attention as most people from this area do not dress like SHE did. I could have easily passed judgement, but I did not. She was “interesting” to say the least. Young? Edgy? I saw the vehicle she was walking towards and could not believe it even ran. I could also not tell the color of it. It was VERY filthy.
Ok. Anyway, the little boy fell !!! wham, right on the cement and then broke into hysterical sobbing. I was worried. She looked harried. Swoops him up and opens the door to her car, and some garbage fell out the door. The floor was COVERED.
As sad as I was to see this, I did go on in the store, got what I needed, but kept looking back at that car. Thinking maybe I ought to walk over there.
I did not. I kept shopping.
“ok, if she is still out there and he is still crying, I will walk across the parking lot when I leave.” (these were my thoughts running through my head)
She was still there, holding him against her chest.
I got in my car instead.
“If she is still there, when I back up, then I will pull close to her and stop”
She was still there. I had nearly attempted to avoid this for some stupid reason, but something kept drawing me closer.
I stopped and announced that I saw her little boy fall, and wanted to see if he was ok. He was not. Lip BUSTED open!!! blood everywhere on her very flashy shirt!! The poor little thing smacked his face on the concrete. Did not necessarily need medical attention, but believe me, it was close.
I went back in, got her some wet rags and helped to sooth the little boy. BROKE MY HEART.
After I was assured he was ok, and she was too, considering she was obviously on a mission, driving somewhere, I got back in my car.
As I pulled away, she said “Thank you so much for noticing us and stopping to help”
There were plenty of others that clearly saw her and the potential problem, but instead chose to drive right on past
I thought this was an oportunity for ME to give a gift that day (a gift of compassion) but instead, I think she gave a gift to me. 🙂
Thank you for joining me in this “gift giving” effort. Please spread the word….and don’t forget to post your comments. I can not wait to give my book to someone.