Wednesday, June 16th 2010
Once again, it was late in the evening when D and I were walking around the neighborhood. As we were busily eating ice cream cones and laughing, a man in a wheelchair approached us asking for money.
It seems that if I haven't found an opportunity during the day, no matter how late it is, if I just step outside my house, there will be someone or something that presents itself and allows me to do or give something in a matter of seconds.
I had a dollar in my pocket and quickly pulled it out for him. He thanked me and then tried to give me a giant hat box-like mini suitcase with a handle. He said, "Here, this is for you."
I said, "Oh, that's ok thank you, but we don't have any room in our tiny apartment for it."
He insisted again, "It's for you. Someone told me to give it to you."
"Ok, thank you." Was all I could think to say as I accepted the box. Off we went carrying it down the street!
Peace :)
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What did you do with your new box?
ReplyDeleteWhat was in the box?
ReplyDeleteI actually ended up setting the box down near a tree feeling torn between guilt, joy and hope. Guilt that I was almost littering and giving up a gift just given to me. Joy that the man was so kind to give me a gift and I shared one with him. Hope that someone else might like the box and find use for it.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't until I got home that I kicked myself (not literally) for not looking inside the box. It felt empty, so I don't believe there was anything inside but I don't know for sure. It will continue to be a mystery I guess!