It was a quiet morning in the city. I was standing at an entrance door waiting for a friend. There beside me stood a man. He was quiet and not looking like he wanted to talk. It felt awkward not saying a word, but I let him be.
Soon the silence was broken with his quickly spoken sentence, “Are you someone who could help me?”
Not sure as to what he was referring to, I began to ask questions as gently as I could wondering what his need might be.
“What do you need help with?” a job
“Are you from around here?” no
“Do you have a family?” yes
The look in the man’s face and tone of his voice seemed desperate as he began to share with me a glimpse of his life. He had spent years in jail for running dope across south Texas. In jail he came to know Jesus and a better way of living. He recently had been released. He had gone back to his home city where his family was, only to find that things were the same there. Drugs were prevalent, deals were a dozen, precious family and friends were further involved. The former life that landed him in jail was starring him square in the face again.
He continued sharing how his family was setting him up to make drug runs. His friends were scheduling him to guard loads being hauled. His wife upset and desperate for a change. His children longing for their daddy.
With tears streaming down his cheeks he told how no one from his past understood his need for change. They not only understood, but they were downright mean and cruel towards him now that he wanted out. He wanted something more. He shared the life he wanted to have full of peace with Jesus and the dreams he had for his family only to see venom in their eyes, words, and conduct.
Wanting out of that crazy life and wanting more for their lives as a family, they left. They drove hours away, had lived in their car, and were trying to start fresh.
My heart ached and my eyes leaked as I listened. I felt helpless to help. I made a few phone calls for job leads as he introduced me to his wife and children. Not having a way to help out at the moment, I remembered I had gift cards on me. I fumbled through my purse and was so thankful for my sweet hubby (read here) and handed him 4 gift cards.
Encouraging him as best as I could to keep fighting the fight to move on for his wife and children, I left this man with such a joy that God had seen fit to put him in my path.
Living in the moment, keeping your eyes open to others needs, and stepping out of your comfort zone to show acts of kindness — oh heavens, there’s no greater joy!
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