What We Do
When & Where?
“Young man! Young man!” came a call just behind us as we were making our way from the bookstore to our car. My person, quite near to fifty, though not quite as near as me, didn’t suspect he was the one the voice was beckoning, so we continued towards our car. But once more the voice rang out, “Young man! Young man!” And we turned and saw a woman exiting her car with all the speed she could to catch our attention.
Her years were greater than ours, her skin darker. “Thank you for hearing me” she said. “I need help in the worst way and I wasn’t sure there was anyone left that helps. My mom passed away two hours ago and I need to get to Texas. I’m between paychecks, that’s all it is. Just between paychecks. I just need some help to get where I’m going. Can you help me?”
This was not our first parking lot pursuit. In fact we have had several with the same people, same story on different days. This one rang true in the sweetest, most splendid way. I began to fret, for earlier in the day Pappa invited me to empty my wallet so someone else could be full. Now, I sorted through what I might have to give. As I processed, my person opened his wallet and handed what was inside to the waiting woman with the biggest grin upon his face.
“I would dance right in this parking lot with the Holy Ghost if my knees weren’t made of metal now” she said. “But I’m so grateful. My God is good. So good. He always takes c...
Ⓒ Blue Flame 47.