There are Good People in the World
Usually there is a picture included in my posts. I take every one of them myself if possible. It combines two things that I like which is photography and writing. And then a third thing . . . reading.
But this entry has no picture because I do not know who the good person was who did a good deed yesterday. Can you take a picture of an angel? Here's the story:
The night before, I called my Dad to see if he would like to "do lunch" with me the next day and we could also run his or my errands. He delightedly replied, "Yes!" So the plans were made.
I usually call him every day around noon to "check in" and it has become our thing. If I don't call then he gets worried. So I called him around noon that next day (which was yesterday) and let him know I was on my way. I picked him up at his condo and we were off to The Fresh Market in Cameron Village first for groceries. I was going to buy some goodies for my daughter and her fiance for their little trip this coming weekend. A picnic dinner. They have great stuff in the deli section there and when you've worked all day, then have to drive to a destination, you just don't want to have to think about "what are we going to eat?" At least I don't. So the treats were picked out and we were on to our next venture. The K&W close by for lunch.
We hit it at a great time in between lunches and had a very short line to go through with our trays. You always have a bit of grade-school cafeteria feelings as you slide your brown tray with your utensils on it wrapped in a black cloth napkin along the metal rods to the cashier. Dad always likes to get plenty of vegetables, and I usually get at least two and sometimes a dessert. But not this time. We like to see how low the cost per meal can be especially if you just get water for your drink, which we did this time. I won as I only got two veggies. Dad always insists on paying.
As we were eating, I got a text from my sister, so I grabbed my iPhone out of my pocketbook to see what was happening and then laid my white phone on the white tabletop. We continued eating and talking and enjoying the fact that there was not a crowd. That meant we could go to the cash register to pay and not have to stand in a line. That's something I really hate. Lines.
Since my Dad is in his 90's I am very cognisant of objects in his path, and I usually walk with an arm entwined in his arm. He fell once and broke his hip and I don't want him or me to go through that again! Painful to the max. So I focus all my attention on him when we are together walking. Dad pays for our meal and we head outside to our Handicap Parking Space and get in my car. The sun is shining and we decide to drive by our old house, "1800" we call it, to see the flowers. Not a good show right now but we keep heading down St. Mary's Street to Glenwood Avenue and turn left, headed once again to his condo.
I walk him in, help him rearrange his porch furniture, water the plants there, and then take his trash and recyclables out to the bins at the end of the parking lot for him. I drive home thinking that a snack sounded pretty good once I would unload my groceries. With that idea in mind I do exactly that and then do what I normally do before I sit down . . . grab my phone and glasses out of my purse.
No phone.
What?!
I look again. No. I go out to my car and look all around. No phone. And then it hits me. In my mind's eye I can clearly see my white phone placed next to my white plate of food on the white table at the K&W.
Oh no!
I get back in my car and tell myself over and over again, "There are good people in the world, there are good people in the world" and if I had Dorothy's shoes and could click them as I drove, then I know I would have felt even better. I keep breathing and don't let myself get in a panic. Loosing a phone isn't all that bad but loosing my precious mother's last pictures of her that I took was about to make me cry. But I kept it together believing in the goodness of people.
Breathe.
I arrived at the K&W and it was closed between lunch and dinner but I thank God there were four employees sitting on the outside concrete picnic benches eating their lunches. I asked them if they worked at the K&W and they said yes and I said I thought I had left my cell phone on one of the tables when I was just here for lunch. Could someone help me? Yes.
One of the persons got up from the table and went to the main door and knocked on it and made a come here motion with his index finger. The door was opened and I was able to go in and ask the folks at the cash register if anyone had found a cell phone and brought it up to them.
Why yes!
So there are good people in the world!
It reminded me of the time that I found someone's bank debit card in the parking lot of said bank, picked it up and brought it into the bank so that they could perhaps find the owner and get the card back to them.
Of course I had to call Dad and tell him about it and I said, "I guess what goes around DOES come around, Dad" and he said, "Well then you deserve everything you get, Sweetheart."
Because I was driving I corralled my tears and emotions so I could see out of the windshield and said, "Thanks, Dad."
He's a good one and there are good people in the world.
(c)nancy 6.27.2014
(c)nancy 6.27.2014
