When you witness something that touches your heart before your mind has time to think about it, it’s almost certain that you have just witnessed the glowing emotion called love. If you feel this more than once in a single day, considered yourself blessed. Many emotions press through each of us throughout the day, as we juggle between children, work, relationships, tragedy, health issues, running errands, and so on. So many reasons to feel tired, beaten.
Yet, we rarely, rarely look beyond our own troubles and realize that as much as we think that our problems are bad, there is always someone else who has bigger and worst problems out there. And it’s not always someone that you know on a personal level, often times it’s a stranger, perhaps a troubled soul that just pasted you on the street.
I can almost guarantee you…this happens all the time.
As night is falling, and the noises from the daytime are beginning to become less and less, I start to think about crawling into bed, into the shelter of the darkness, and thank God for all my blessings.
My life isn’t perfect. Sometimes, I cry in silence. But I know in my heart, that I am one of the lucky ones. So because of this, I help those when I can, I try and listen to others that need to vent their troubles. Everyday, I’ve got my own “things” to deal with, as we all do. And when I’m driving home from a long day at work, my mind wanders to less important issues.
Then, I see love happen.
While I’m waiting for my light to change, I witness a homeless man with his dog that had fallen while walking across a busy street, one man ran to help him, as cars honked at them to get out of their way. It was obvious that this was an older man, and maybe had some health issues. Another younger guy joined them to assist with helping the homeless man and his dog get safely to the pavement. It took a few minutes, but they did make it to the sidewalk unharmed. This situation could have easily been worst than a few jerks honking at them to get out of their way. As my own light changed, before I drove off, I saw the homeless man holding his friend, the dog, sitting on the sidewalk, crying. The two strangers where still there with him, probably to make sure that they both where going to be okay.
As I drove away, I smiled. I loved that two people had decided to help a stranger. It touched my heart and made the rest of my long drive home a lot easier. Quietly, I said a prayer for all of them.
Maybe there’s hope for us all after all.