I do my best to make every conversation count by trying to find the significance in everything that other people say to me. On my commute home from work today, that’s just what happened.
As I was driving, I was thinking about how long it has taken me to get to this point of having the Master’s degree of my choice, a full-time professional career, and in a stable living situation with my boyfriend. As I was thinking of how good it feels to finally be settled, I slowed to a red light where a man was standing and holding a sign that read, “Lost My Home”. I’m diligent about giving to others in need, so I immediately began digging through my purse. He noticed me looking and started to walk over to my car, just when I realized that I only had $2 in cash. I rolled down my window to hand it to him and said, “I’m sorry, this is all I have.” Without hesitation he replied, “God bless you; I just lost my home. It’s not about the money because I can’t take it with me to my grave. I’ll accept your prayers, too.”
His name is Jonathan and he reminded me that we are always in the position to help to others. Whether it be $2 or just a few kind words, never assume that someone is looking for more than you have to offer.