Bystander No More
--by Michelle, posted May 13, 2006
At that point I felt something snap in me. I pulled the van into an unloading zone and told my son to wait for a moment. I rushed over to her and the first thing she did was to apologize several times. I helped her gather everything up, took the extra bags firmly from her hands, and walked her to her car. She told me she was trying to hurry home to her son's thirteenth birthday party and her whole day had been "just one of those days". I helped her load the groceries, and she stopped and looked at me and just said, "Thank you so much". I smiled and said, "I am a mother of three and do you think no one has ever helped me out? I am just returning the favor." She smiled and said, "God bless you" and got in her car.
I walked the row over to my van where my son was waiting and had been watching. "Who was that, Mom?" he asked me. "She was a mom too, trying to get home for her son's birthday party. She needed our help," I said. And I just knew he understood with that clarity children all seem to have.
We found a good spot and walked together towards the store. As we were walking, my son took my hand. It was the most touching gesture of all, and I realized more than ever that our children are always watching.
that was awesome!
thanks sooo much, as well !