Today, during my lunch hour, as I was pumping gas into my car, a young man, about 19 or 20, maybe younger, walked up to me asking for 75 cents to get a bus ride to his Aunt’s house. I asked him how he ended up in this city and why he couldn’t live with his Aunt. He shook his head and said he was homeless. I honestly thought this kid had to have been a teen. He looked like a high schooler.
But I didn’t see a young stranger…I saw my son. I thought to myself, “If something happened to me and there was NO one to take care of my son, I would not want my son to have to be reduced to pan-handling and I would hope someone would give him charity.”
I gave that kid all the cash I had in my wallet.
I just saw a small little boy in this kid. A part of me wanted to give him my number and take him out to dinner! I knew that wasn’t possible though because even though good people want to do good things, bad people will always prevail. And I didn’t even know if this boy was telling me the truth at all. For all I know, he could have turned around and took the cash I handed him to the liquor store. As it was, he took my money, but he did say thank you as I told him “God Bless” and then he said thank you again, then ran off across the street.
I came back to work, sat at my desk, and looked at the Lunchables that I had gone out of my way to buy at the Vons (where this gas station was) for my own Boy, because he likes Lunchables as a treat. I stared at the Lunchables, with their Hershey’s Kisses, sub sandwich and Capri Sun and told myself that I am doing good for that kid and it is my job to make sure he knows it. If there is one thing that I am trying to keep out of that boy, it is ungratefulness.
Because the Lord giveth…and…the Lord can taketh away.
I came back to my desk, at work, and prayed to God that I may have touched that poor boy’s life regardless if he took my money and went to a liquor store or if he truly did need to get to his Aunt’s house. Even if it was only because I talked to him rather than shoo him off like I’m sure most have. I can only hope that he was telling the truth and he was just trying to get a bus ride to his Aunt’s. It is beyond me now.
My heart aches for the pain and suffering in this world. My heart aches for those who feel that it’s over. This stems from the news of Robin Williams. I’ve seen many a celebrity die in tragic ways during my lifetime but this one…this one hurt my heart.
The depth of depression is nothing that any human on this planet could fathom, even the person who is dealing with it. It is a disease that warps our reality and rules our minds. To personify it, I would think, in the worst cases that more than likely end in the person thinking death is the only way out, it makes their world look upside down. Almost like Alice through the Looking Glass. Everything is wrong, up is down and down is up. That has got to be awful. And the sadness. The overwhelming sadness. I know that I have my bouts of depression but I find my way out. I feel for those who can’t crawl out of the hole that depression digs.
As I’ve always said, it would be like being sucked into The Nothing, where the only thing left behind is the pain and sorrow of the darkness of….well, of there being NOTHING.
Out of all the tributes that every other celebrity made, I liked Jimmy Fallon’s the best and in the comedic way that Robin was all about…
While only God can know what Mr. Williams was thinking during his last breath, I would like to hope that he is now making God laugh with his antics.
We are only on this earth for a short time, then we will all meet again under the righteousness of our Lord.