Today at work a woman came up to me and told me she only had $2.48 to spend on food. I told her she could grab what she wanted and I would pay the difference, so she made a small sandwich and grabbed some water. I only ended up spending about $3 of my own money to make sure she had some food. As I wished her a good evening, she choked up and wiped a tear from her eye and told me that nobody had been kind to her in so long. It broke my heart. I told her that it was absolutely no problem and that I would be here all weekend if she needed anything else. As I was heading out I saw her again and she looked lost so of course I offered some help. She told me she had nowhere to go for the night, and that she had to stay at the hospital until she could speak to someone on Monday anyway. So I offered to sit with her out by the hospital garden and talk. She told me her heart wrenching story, cried on my shoulder, and at the end of our conversation she put her hand on mine and prayed for almost two full minutes. She was so hopeful, so strong, and so grateful for what seemed like nothing to me. I have been humbled today. I hope we can all remember to be grateful for what we have, and grateful that each challenge we face makes us a stronger and more patient individual.
I hope you all find a blessing this Sunday, mine was named Anna.