We All Can Be Blessings
When I was just learning to drive, I longed for as much practice as I could possibly get so that I would be ready to claim my independence. I was out with two of my guy friends one day, and one of them volunteered me to drive the car. I told him that I was nervous, but I did it anyway. Deciding to stop at Kroger for reasons I cannot for the life of me remember, my dear friend in the front seat told me to pull into a parking space right up front with a car parked on either side. Although I made it clear that I was uncomfortable with such a crazy maneuver at this stage in my driving career, I gave in to the pressure of two impatient boys who just could not bear to walk a few extra yards to the entrance. My hands shaking with nervousness, and the guys carrying on next to me, I hit the gas instead of the break. CRUNCH.
With tears streaming down my face like rain I sat on the back of our car between my two friends, who had only just now run out of things to say. It felt like forever that I waited, terrified, for the owner of the car I had hit to come out with his groceries. I just knew that he was going to be a large, angry, pitiless man who would yell at me and call my parents and the police and ruin my life forever. I went as far as to go inside and sit in the bathroom with my hands shaking and the tears still falling. I prayed and prayed for God to help me. I knew He could not undo the events that had occured, but I would take anything I could get.
After a short while longer a woman approached with her shopping cart and quite the confused look on her face. She was a pretty lady, probably in her late thirties and small in stature. My friend started to speak for me but I slid off of the trunk and sobbed the words out on my own. I told her what happened, and how sorry I was, and that I would never drive again. I could not believe my ears when she answered me... "Don't stop driving honey! Making mistakes is how we learn. Now my bumper just matches the rest of my car. It's okay." She gave me the sweetest smile, loaded up her groceries, and off she went.
Of course I didn't give up driving, but I must say it was a long, long time before I drove with anyone other than my mother. What saddens me is that I can assure you this nameless woman does not remember this event from so many years ago, and I can guarantee you that she will never know how much she touched my life. What was for her a simple kind moment that was brushed off and forgotten was for me so much more. I will never forget her, or her kindness towards me. I try to think of it in times when I myself am in the position to pass it along.
These small things happen every day, and no one knows how much they may mean to someone else. I received an unexpected phone call at work from a mere aquaintance within my company who noticed some frustration in an email I sent him about a manufacturer. When I returned home, I found a comment on my first ever blog text from a stranger whom I am sure does not know how much those few words meant to me.
I wonder if in my daily grind today I happened to touch someone's life without knowing it. I wonder if with a word or a simple act that I thought nothing of, I gave warmth, or cheer, or comfort to someone who needed it. I truly hope so.
With tears streaming down my face like rain I sat on the back of our car between my two friends, who had only just now run out of things to say. It felt like forever that I waited, terrified, for the owner of the car I had hit to come out with his groceries. I just knew that he was going to be a large, angry, pitiless man who would yell at me and call my parents and the police and ruin my life forever. I went as far as to go inside and sit in the bathroom with my hands shaking and the tears still falling. I prayed and prayed for God to help me. I knew He could not undo the events that had occured, but I would take anything I could get.
After a short while longer a woman approached with her shopping cart and quite the confused look on her face. She was a pretty lady, probably in her late thirties and small in stature. My friend started to speak for me but I slid off of the trunk and sobbed the words out on my own. I told her what happened, and how sorry I was, and that I would never drive again. I could not believe my ears when she answered me... "Don't stop driving honey! Making mistakes is how we learn. Now my bumper just matches the rest of my car. It's okay." She gave me the sweetest smile, loaded up her groceries, and off she went.
Of course I didn't give up driving, but I must say it was a long, long time before I drove with anyone other than my mother. What saddens me is that I can assure you this nameless woman does not remember this event from so many years ago, and I can guarantee you that she will never know how much she touched my life. What was for her a simple kind moment that was brushed off and forgotten was for me so much more. I will never forget her, or her kindness towards me. I try to think of it in times when I myself am in the position to pass it along.
These small things happen every day, and no one knows how much they may mean to someone else. I received an unexpected phone call at work from a mere aquaintance within my company who noticed some frustration in an email I sent him about a manufacturer. When I returned home, I found a comment on my first ever blog text from a stranger whom I am sure does not know how much those few words meant to me.
I wonder if in my daily grind today I happened to touch someone's life without knowing it. I wonder if with a word or a simple act that I thought nothing of, I gave warmth, or cheer, or comfort to someone who needed it. I truly hope so.
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