I am not going to finish this book today, the end of the month. I had been doing pretty well on my New Year resolution, but got off track in March.
Since this vacation week is predicted to be cooler/colder than normal and wet, I'm assuming no gardening this week. Maybe I'll be more diligent with my reading and painting.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Willie Shepherd
I think his last name is Shepherd or Shephard from the quick look I got of his MATA bus pass. I met Wille today in the rain as he was walking down Park Ave.
I had made a trip to Superlo for a few groceries to finish out my portion of Easter dinner for tomorrow. I had decided that once I left, I was going to Holy Rosary for confession. No delays. No excuses. No chickening out I told myself. I don't know why I get so freaked out about going to confession when I know I'm going to feel good when I leave. I was determined this time I was going to go.
After turning from Colonial to Park, I saw a blind man walking east in front of the school. He swept his white cane in front of him as he steadily and carefully made his way down the sidewalk. I turned into the driveway and parked close to church. I fiddled around, scrolled through and deleted some emails on my phone and double checked to make sure it was on silent. I got out of the van at the same time the blind man was crossing the driveway. As I closed the door he paused and called out. I'm not sure what he said, but after a second or two he started walking again. Watching him in the rain I knew I had a decision to make. It would not change the course of history, but I knew that here was a chance to show God the person I want to be. I said a quick prayer along the line of, "surely, You wouldn't put me here if you didn't have something in mind for me to do. Just keep me safe, Lord." I caught up to him (he was moving surprisingly fast) and I told him I heard him call out and asked if I could help him. He took off his dark glasses I could see the milky coudiness of his eyes. He told me that he had gone to a house on Kings Park to rake leaves for a lady that he did work for, but she didn't show up and he just needed some bus fare and to get to the bus stop in front of Firestone. He wanted to show me his i.d. as if he felt he need to prove the legitimacy of what he was saying. I asked him if I could take him to the bus stop or somewhere to get something to eat. He agreed and I led him to the van and buckled him into the front seat. I took time to really look at him. He appeared to be an older man, maybe in his 60's; his gray fleece jacket, ball cap and khaki pants were not new, but were clean. This was a man who took care of his appearance, a man just wanted to work and earn a few dollars to take care of himself. We drove to the Firestone a block away, me telling him where we were as if he didn't already know. He was not easy to understand, but he spoke about the different houses, churches and apartments where he'd done work in this neighborhood. It made me sad when he said he lived in Raleigh but would have to take the bus all the way downtown before transferring to a bus that would take him home. Basically, he would spend most of his day riding buses or waiting for buses to get to a job that wasn't even there for him today. He was appreciative and thanked me for the help and the 20 dollars I gave him. And I thanked him. I thanked him for letting me help him and I wished him a happy Easter.
I returned to church and made my confession. When I drove Park Ave. toward home, I saw Willie standing at the bus shelter waiting for that bus. I hope he didn't have to wait too long.
I had made a trip to Superlo for a few groceries to finish out my portion of Easter dinner for tomorrow. I had decided that once I left, I was going to Holy Rosary for confession. No delays. No excuses. No chickening out I told myself. I don't know why I get so freaked out about going to confession when I know I'm going to feel good when I leave. I was determined this time I was going to go.
After turning from Colonial to Park, I saw a blind man walking east in front of the school. He swept his white cane in front of him as he steadily and carefully made his way down the sidewalk. I turned into the driveway and parked close to church. I fiddled around, scrolled through and deleted some emails on my phone and double checked to make sure it was on silent. I got out of the van at the same time the blind man was crossing the driveway. As I closed the door he paused and called out. I'm not sure what he said, but after a second or two he started walking again. Watching him in the rain I knew I had a decision to make. It would not change the course of history, but I knew that here was a chance to show God the person I want to be. I said a quick prayer along the line of, "surely, You wouldn't put me here if you didn't have something in mind for me to do. Just keep me safe, Lord." I caught up to him (he was moving surprisingly fast) and I told him I heard him call out and asked if I could help him. He took off his dark glasses I could see the milky coudiness of his eyes. He told me that he had gone to a house on Kings Park to rake leaves for a lady that he did work for, but she didn't show up and he just needed some bus fare and to get to the bus stop in front of Firestone. He wanted to show me his i.d. as if he felt he need to prove the legitimacy of what he was saying. I asked him if I could take him to the bus stop or somewhere to get something to eat. He agreed and I led him to the van and buckled him into the front seat. I took time to really look at him. He appeared to be an older man, maybe in his 60's; his gray fleece jacket, ball cap and khaki pants were not new, but were clean. This was a man who took care of his appearance, a man just wanted to work and earn a few dollars to take care of himself. We drove to the Firestone a block away, me telling him where we were as if he didn't already know. He was not easy to understand, but he spoke about the different houses, churches and apartments where he'd done work in this neighborhood. It made me sad when he said he lived in Raleigh but would have to take the bus all the way downtown before transferring to a bus that would take him home. Basically, he would spend most of his day riding buses or waiting for buses to get to a job that wasn't even there for him today. He was appreciative and thanked me for the help and the 20 dollars I gave him. And I thanked him. I thanked him for letting me help him and I wished him a happy Easter.
I returned to church and made my confession. When I drove Park Ave. toward home, I saw Willie standing at the bus shelter waiting for that bus. I hope he didn't have to wait too long.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Prayer
I realized today what it means to pray without ceasing. Or, more exactly, that you can never stopping praying for the people, the plans, the institutions that you hold dear. Prayer is not an insurance policy. You can't "pray about it" then check it off, like milk on a grocery list. Prayer provides the strength of a bond. It is our connector to all that is holy.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Living in the Moment
Could be doing so many practical things right now. They're going to wait. It's a beautiful cool sunny day. I'm sitting tailgate style in the van watching Connor shoot baskets and Bailey wander around with her newly discovered tennis ball. Feels good to be in the moment
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Follow up on Resolutions
So far, so good. I finished The Girl in the Italian Bakery in January and Charlotte Figg Takes Over Paradise in February. Right now I've got an easy, short one called To Heaven and Back by Mary Neal M.D. However, I thought I was buying Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife by Eban Alexander, MD. The fact that they were both written by doctors kind of threw me off. So, the second one will be on my reading list eventually.
I could probably get a lot more reading done if I wasn't so obsessed with Downton Abbey and the goings-on of the Crawley family. Over the past month I have binged on all three seasons and have started watching season three again before PBS takes it off their website tomorrow night. How hard it will be to wait until next year to see how Lady Mary fares with the death of Matthew!
I could probably get a lot more reading done if I wasn't so obsessed with Downton Abbey and the goings-on of the Crawley family. Over the past month I have binged on all three seasons and have started watching season three again before PBS takes it off their website tomorrow night. How hard it will be to wait until next year to see how Lady Mary fares with the death of Matthew!
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