So I have a new hero. Or should I say SHERO?
I don’t know her name. I don’t know where she lives, if she has wings or if she prefers vanilla ice cream to chocolate. I met her today. After our brief encounter I left asking, ‘CAN I BE THAT WOMAN?’
My SHERO was in the car in front of me as we exited Interstate 5 in downtown Seattle. She was driving a non-descript, American made, burgundy economy car. And I was in something a little bit bigger an a lot noisier. I know it was a her because I saw her hands every time she reached outside of her car window. That’s how I know my hero is a SHERO.
I watched my Shero’s hands wave the young man sitting on the curb holding a sign which read,”Anything will Help” over. The young man put down his sign and promptly walked over to the burgundy car stopped at the stoplight. As he neared the lady in the nondescript economy car placed a wad of greenbacks in the young mans hand. He smiled as if it was Christmas and returned to his seat on the curb. And then just as he was picking up his sign, my SHERO beckoned the young man to her window again. This time she held out a large bottle of water and what appeared to be additional money. Blushing he nodded and took his supplies back to the curb. And then she did what confirmed her SHERO-HOOD. She called the young man back to her car window for the third time. And since the third time is always the charm she handed him a large box of power bars. Now the young man was laughing or was that crying. I couldn’t tell. All I saw was depression give way to a smile and a young man that refused to sit down but instead stood on the corner and waved as all of us drove by. I furiously searched my loud, big, noisy car for something to hand out my window. But all that I had was a half eaten pear, a iced-coffee gone luke warm and a few receipts and credit cards in my wallet.
I know. I know. You aren’t suppose to help people on the curb because you are only feeding their issues-right?
So I have a new hero or should I say SHERO, she drives a nondescript, American made, burgundy economy car. I want to the THAT woman. THat woman who gives all she has, that woman who never withholds a blessing, that women who is always prepared to give -even if all she has is power bars.
I am amazed at how wealthy we each are. How much we have to give. And yet how scarce we feel. I’m not always prepared to give. I don’t stock my car with things to giveaway. I am often to busy to even hear the needs of those around me. But today- I met a SHERO who reminded me that to give is better than to receive. I WANT TO BE THAT WOMAN.. I want to be the woman who puts things in her car….just to give them away. I want to be THAT WOMAN.
Be prepared in all seasons…
Photo By Jordan Oram