Below is a photo Brianna and her lovely daughter Lakisha. Yesterday when my car broke down in 97 degree heat, these two lovely little ladies stopped on the shoulder of the busy on ramp to offer me help. They were my good Samaritan guardian angels and pretty much restored my faith in folks by pulling over.
They waited there whilst I attempted to find a quick fix for my car (there wasn’t one) And then they offered to take me to a parts house to fetch some needed pieces. Along the way I asked that she stopped at my cash machine, which she gladly did before taking me to the parts house and then all the way back to my car. They then stuck around until I got it running again, (a short lived thing).
I let them know how amazing it was they had stopped at all. That they had given me help, and even took me in their car. While she drove, I had laid a $50 bill on her knee, to which she protested. So I stuck it in her in her console, and I told her I was leaving it there, and if she chose to pay it forward, that’d be fine with me. While she had been ferrying me around, I shared this piece I had written just that morning before I left out the door for work. I told her it must have been about her…It reads as follows;
This is, “that rainy day”…
Some days one might be walking in unbroken sunshine, but see a dark ominous cloud off in the distance. And one can tell that distant cloud is delivering rain, harboring a fierce wind, and carrying misery in its wake.
Otherwise, all else is peaceful and near to perfect.
One can simply be grateful and feel blessed, and go on with the sunny day, or go to the cloud and wait out the storm with the friend ‘neath its wrath. Some souls haven’t the power to run from that cloud. But others have the power to go to it…and bring a bit of shelter with them. This is perhaps the best use of the term, “save it for a rainy day…” Matthew.
I nearly cried when they both let me give them a little hug and the young daughter clutched my hand for a moment. She promised to read my writings on my blog. I told them I would write about them later, and share of their beautiful souls and the photo they allowed me to take…and that I would cry a grateful cry later…While they were getting back into their car, I knew that God had been looking out for all three of us there on the shoulder of the road. I knew they too struggled, they too truly cared, they too reached out, and made a difference. And asked for nothing but genuine regard for their humanity. And they told me I had done just that.
And so today, I do cry. Matthew
Matthew Lyle Landsman 