This is a story about Divine Intervention/Good Samaritan/Thanksgiving, all in one.
I was working today (Tuesday) and was lamenting to my co-workers that I needed some fusible interfacing for a sewing project. There are no other places that carry this product in town, except Wal-Mart. I called another local drug/gift store and they did not have it.
Also, there were only four of us in the office for the day, which meant that lunch hours had to be adjusted a bit. I was elected to go at noon instead of my normal 1-2pm lunch. And that was fine with me.
Now, if you know me very well, you know that I do not like Wal-Mart. I go there about once every 6-8 weeks and only for a few things.
I'm approaching Wal-Mart and I turn right into the driveway. And then I noticed him.
A homeless/transient man on the corner with a cardboard box sign "Down and out, Please Help, God Bless." And God just spoke to me. I was only going into the store for two items, but I knew that I had to buy him a sandwich.
I found my fusible interfacing and then went to buy a sandwich. But then I thought, "Why buy him a sandwich when I can buy him a loaf of bread and some sliced ham." I picked up the meat and bread.
And then I had to search for the canned pumpkin that I needed. While searching, I went past the peanut butter and jelly. "Oh, that'd be good for this man." I picked up a jar of each. I turned around and saw the fruit cups. "Oh, those would be good too."
I found my canned pumpkin and then thought "Uh-oh. If I get him peanut butter and jelly and fruit, then I'd better get him some silverware." A 48 pack of forks, knives and spoons seemed a bit of overkill, but it would have to do.
I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade, too. Then it was time to check out. I was hoping that he would not be gone from the corner yet. I grabbed some Pringles and M&Ms in checkout. Those would be special for him, too.
I put his things in one bag and my interfacing and pumpkin in another. As I walked to the van, I was watching the corner to make sure he hadn't left. Good, he's still there.
I prayed that traffic would be light when I got to the corner so I wouldn't block traffic or cause a scene. And the light was green when I pulled up. I got out, grabbed my cloth bag with the bread, lunchmeat, peanut butter, jelly, fruit, chips, chocolate, drink bottle and 48 pieces of silverware. As I walked toward him, he got up and I said "Here are some groceries for you."
"Oh, thank you. Thank you! Bless you!"
"You're welcome." And I turned to walk away with tears in my eyes. He went back to his spot . . . . looking slowly through what I'd brought him . . . and then he folded up his sign. As if this eliminated the need for him to beg for food, at least for a while anyway.
I was in my vehicle, pulled away and waved. He waved back. And then I watched him walk up the embankment for . . . well, only God knows where he was headed but at least I know that he had enough food for a couple of days.
So, it was meant to be that I would go to Wal-Mart on this day.
It was meant to be that I would go at a different time than my regular lunch hour.
It was meant to be that traffic would be light at the stoplight at this appointed time.
I was glad to be his Good Samaritan for the day.
God orchestrated these events so a life would be touched with only $17. We have so much to be thankful for!