Sunday, December 16, 2012

A Stranger Came to My Door (A True Story)

Hey, Y'all,
Yesterday, I was sitting in my living room, working on a quilt, when the doorbell rang. You know, when you are expecting someone to visit, you almost always know it will be them at your front door. However, when I opened the door to a stranger, my surprise must have shown on my face (unfortunately, what I am thinking almost always registers on my face). Looking at the man, I took in his unkempt appearance, and I'm sure he could see my reaction clearly.

However, when I said, "Yes?" he replied, "Ma'am, I'm not a salesman, well, actually, I guess I am. I am trying to sell these candle holders so I can buy my children some gifts for Christmas."

I looked then at the contents of his hands. He was holding two of the ugliest Christmas decorations I have ever laid my eyes on. To describe them: they were two sections of wood about eight inches in length, that had been cut from the kind of timbers one puts around flower beds. You know, the kind that is flat on two sides and rounded on the other two sides. A hole had been cut about an inch and a half into the center of the wood. The hole held a small candle, and the one side of the wood had a painted with tempera paint decoration. 

He then proceeded to tell me that he couldn't find work, and that he was a convict and wanted to buy his children some presents and was selling those decorative candle holders for ten dollars each. 

While he was talking, I noticed he had a tattoo on one of his arms that said "Rattlers". He was wearing a white tee shirt and wrinkled blue jeans. He also had one of those badges that attaches to the wearer's clothing that stated his name and that he had a permit from the city of Bedford (where I live) to sell his goods. 

We talked about the tragedies that had taken place recently and (I was the one who brought them up, not he) I told him I would take both of the things he was selling, and asked him to wait right there. He was still outside the house, of course. 

Within a minute or so, I was back with twenty dollars and handed it to him. His response was a hearty thank you, and then he said, "ma'am, are you sure you can afford this?" I said, "Yes". Then he said, "Last chance to change your mind, ma'am." I think he believed I really couldn't afford it, because I was wearing my old red dress that has seen better days. 

I assured him that I wanted him to have it, and told him I would be praying for him and his family. He thanked me again, and said he was glad I would be praying for him. I sent him off with a "God bless you."

After he left, I had many thoughts about him, wondering about his situation. Did I do the right thing? I don't know...All I know is that perhaps I had a visit from Jesus seeking help. I couldn't turn him away.       


Anonymous said...

I think you were just lucky this time.

Mom's Blog said...

He came to my door a few weeks ago. I'm glad you're a kinder person than I am. :-) As long as they have the tag from Bedford, you at least know they're following teh city code. And with your kind heart, no good deed goes unnoticed by the Lord, I'm sure!

Susan Flett Swiderski said...

You sweet thing. I understand your thinking, and it was very kind of you to help the man, not just with your money, but with your kindness and blessings, but you really should be careful. Then again, I think you must have a special guardian angel watching over you.

I haven't stopped by for a while, so i just wanted to say hello, and to wish you and your family and very Merry Christmas. Take care.

Grammy said...

Like I told the little old ladies I teach in Sunday School, God told us we should not live in fear, and I decided some time ago, when I was left with no mate, I am not going to ever be afraid living alone. When I see someone in need, and can help, I will. If someone decides to kill me, there is not a lot I could do about it except defend myself. If they kill me, I'm paid for. Love to all of you who fear for my safety.