As i was making my way to the Caribbean restaurant
to get my fix of some Jerk Chicken....that's all i want lately...
i saw a man sitting, cross legged, dirty and disheveled
holding out his hat asking for some change.
I usually give a half polite smile and just walk away.
But this time i thought for a minute..."What is this man's story?"
And since becoming pregnant with Baby Pancakes...
the idea that we, as humans, were all attached to someone via the umbilical cord
and none of us came to be just by chance.
At one point we were all someone's growing fetus.
Someone's baby bump!
Someone had dreams and hopes for us.
And this man, whether he is homeless, an addict or just looking to make a few bucks in his day,
was once attached to his mother via the umbilical cord.
That thought is so profound to me...lately.
But i digress...
So i looked up and actually looked into the man's eyes.
And he said, "Maybe when you are coming back",
meaning that i would maybe spare him some change after i purchased my meal.
And i thought about it as i walked to the restaurant...i had some extra change.
But then i remembered the many conversations i have had with my husband...
about helping "strangers" and "homeless" people
and NEVER knowing what their agenda is especially in my condition....
they could take advantage of the poor defenseless pregnant lady.
I walked into the restaurant and ordered my food.
But then i thought about the man outside...
waiting for me to return to give him a little change.
And then God put it on my heart to do something.
As i was walked out of the restaurant with my Jerk Chicken,
i stopped by the man and handed him a bottle of iced cold water.
I saw his eyes...they were a light brown...almost sparkly.
He took the bottled water...smiled and said, "Thank you. God bless you."
Temperatures were nearing high 90's close to 100 yesterday.
As i got into my car and drove off...i saw him savoring the water.
He gave me a wave.
And i waved back.
I could have given him a little change but who knows what he would have done with it.
Giving him that bottled water on a hot first day of Summer was a gesture of kindness.
I was a random person who God had put on my heart to do some random act of kindness.
I am not sure if i will do this every single time...but in that moment...
I was a mother looking out for her son.
I was a mother-to-be reminded we were all once
upon a time attached to someone's umbilical cord!
Have an awesome Thursday!!