I was driving along Gaston Avenue the other day, and saw a homeless man begging for money and food. If you’re like me, you tend to look the other way and avoid eye contact, believing that a homeless person will just take your money and use it to buy drugs, cigarettes or alcohol. This time, however, I couldn’t help but look. I didn’t have any cash on me, but in the heat of the day, I gave him my unopened bottle of water, hoping it would help. He told me, "God bless you. Thank you."
This past Wednesday, I got into a wreck on the service road of 75 and Southwestern. I had just picked up a friend from NTB who had blown out his tire. Before I even made it through the intersection, a car ran a red light and I swerved out of the way just in time to save our skins from a T-bone crash. My car was totaled, but all of us were able to walk away from it with our lives. In the midst of the chaos, a woman appeared out of nowhere, and told me she had recently been in a car accident and understands how scary they can be. She said to me, "This might be kind of strange, but here," and offered me a bottle of water.
The significance of this story and the "bottle of water", did not occur to me until the next day, and it hit me that this coincidence was a little strange, and for some reason my little miracle. It is nice to know that despite all the crazy people out there, there are genuinely nice and thoughtful people that we can call our neighbors.
