Every night we bless people with our son.
“God Bless….Mini#1, Mommy and Daddy, Mini#2 and Karma-Dog, Mem/Pep, Lala, Phil and Ruby, GiGi/Grandpa, Uncle Dan in California, Auntie Erin, Anna and Bubba. (I’ll leave it to you to determine which of these subjects are canine and which are human). God Bless our teachers at our school and at our church. Amen. Thank you God! Ohhhhh (high sqeaky voice) ! I forgot Steeeeeeve!!”
My husband looked at me puzzled…and mouthed Steve?
Earlier in the day mini #1 and I were headed to Target to buy random-Target-stuff. In the town where we shop there are frequently people standing in the median strip, panhandling. I saw a man standing on the median on the way to Target. When I was there I bought a little extra food and put it in a separate bag in my front seat in case he was still there when we left and were driving home.
Mini #1 and I had selected a bag of goldfish, bottled water and a couple bananas. I made a huge point of telling mini that if you have extra, you give it away and that if the man was still there, these gold fish would then be his. He said he understood, but when goldfish are involved things can get kinda feisty…..so I held my breath.
The man was still standing there. He looked like shit. I began to pray incessantly for this man. He looked like shit and honestly, he probably felt like shit. It was hot out. I was paralyzed by the very real truth that people like me are one or two decisions away from people in their situation. At this point tears were streaming down my face and I was preaching to mini from the front seat that we are no different than this man and we should love him. Mini was looking scared at this point….
We pulled up closer and I held out the bag for him, he exclaimed, “Food!” and quickly twisted the cap off of the water bottle. When I asked him his name, he said it was Steve. I could see rosary beads tucked into his shirt. I told him we would pray for him. On the rest of the drive home I prayed for his protection, for him to make informed decisions and for him to be safe.
Hours later, Mini #1 had prayed for Steve! Now we all know that positive feedback in teaching and parenting is few and far between THIS WAS A MAJOR FAMILY WIN. WIN WIN WIN!
“Dada, God Bless Steeeeeve! Oh! And I forgot, God Bless penguins!”
…Annnd we’re back.