More great stories of kindness are pouring in from Blaze readers across the country. Here are some of the latest...
Pamela from Texas writes:
I work in downtown San Antonio, Texas. I often go to get my haircut on my lunch-break and there is a dialysis clinic right across the street from the salon. Anyway, I often see an elderly black man walking out of the dialysis clinic wearing tattered clothing and using a walker. I never spoke to him before, but on this particular day I did. He was friendly and told me that he was on the way to his bank to get 10 dollars out. My car was right there, and I asked if he would like to have a ride. He thanked me and said that he would like that.
To my surprise and astonishment, his bank was approximately 7-8 blocks away! I couldn’t believe that this frail looking old man that just had his dialysis had to walk that far using a walker to get 10 dollars out of the bank. The traffic lights through downtown San Antonio gave me a chance to hear his story and I listened in amazement as he told me about his life. His son comes to see him occasionally and check in on him, but for the most part, he is all alone.
He told me that he was going to get his money, get a bite to eat, and then minister to the homeless as he often did. He was a God fearing man and quoted scripture better than I could ever hope to be able to. His clothing was battered and stained, but clean. He had 18 dollars in the bank and was getting 10 out to by necessities for the week until he got his check.
As we pulled up to his bank, I got out and helped him out of my car. He grabbed both of my hands in his and prayed with me for my blessing from God. I stood there with tears welling up in my eyes at the thought that this man who had so little, was praying for me to be blessed by God. I handed him what little cash I had on me that day, and asked him to have lunch on me today.
As I watched him walk away towards the bank, I called out to him and said…Sir, I’m a tea party patriot and I’ll see you again.
Today, when he comes out of the Dialysis clinic, I’ll be there with groceries and a much deserved ride home. That’s my Flash Mob Story.
Jeffrey from Arizona writes:
Yes! I gave one bag of groceries to a fellow in need in front of the Primavera Men's Shelter (in Tucson), then went over to the VA Hospital. There was an older Veteran in a wheelchair that accepted a bag while he waited for the handicap equipped bus to take him home. I took the third bag into the VA's spinal rehab center and gave it to the concierge desk. They were surprised to hear about the flash mob event and said that they'd get it to one of their guys that really needed it. When I went back out, the Veteran in the wheelchair was reading the Constitution. =)
You can't buy this kind of feeling. The folks that I had helped today truly had the look of hope and thanks in their eyes. That was VERY real and cannot be faked.