—compliments every goodness with  fruits of love—-




My week was usually quite busy and exhausting, transferring from one transit line to another just to get to my two part-time jobs and classes.

One Friday evening after work, I arrived home only to find that my purse was gone.

  I could not find my purse anywhere.  So I  decided  to backtrack, but still I could not find my purse or remember where I could have left it.  Without my purse,  I knew that I would have to make haste to replace all of my personal identifications, credit cards and other  sensitive content.  I was sure that I had forty dollars cash in my purse. Losing the  money was a lesser concern to me.  That particular weekend, I was restless and distraught.

However, when Monday morning arrived,  I was preparing for my school to work routine, when the phone rang.  It was a man from the transit company.  He said that my purse had been found and that I could come and pick it up.  So immediately,  I left to get my purse.  Upon my arrival, I was identified and my purse was returned to me.  To my pleasant surprise, all of contents were inside including my $40.

Woman examine purse Pinterest
Woman examine purse Pinterest

 I thank Whomever it was that returned my purse with all its contents, May God bless him or her. 



The morning at work had been harsh with lots of backup paper work.  I did not get the chance to have breakfast that morning, so all morning long, I anticipated  taking my lunch break to my favorite taco kitchen. Their lunches were the best.  So I phoned in for a takeout order of  a large enchilada with beans, a side of salsa, tortilla chips and a large tea.

I clocked out and made way through the lunch hour traffic and arrived at the taco kitchen.  After picking up my order, I headed over to a park that was near a horse stable. I loved the shady green trees, the horses, hens and roosters, which made me feel that I was  taking my lunch break on a little farm.

The picnic bench where I chose to enjoy my lunch was perfect. Nearby was a young lady whom seemed quite perturbed and shabby. I smiled at her and she smiled back.  Without haste, I unwrapped my smoking hot Spanish cuisine and the aroma of peppers, salsa and cheese had me drooling.

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Suddenly, the tattered young lady walked over and sat next to me and began telling me that she hadn’t eaten in two days. She told me that she was homeless and an addict.



With sympathy, I surrendered my complete enchilada meal to her. “After all”, I told myself,  “I can buy another lunch and enjoy a wonderful dinner at home”.  

I knew for sure, that feeding a hungry person was like feeding myself during a dark unsuspecting hour.





I remember a time in my college years, when I was  about to cross the street for a morning class that I noticed an elderly man with a white and red cane standing beside a female, who was obviously a student.  The elderly man was blind and he asked the young lady if she would help him to cross the street.  But, she  did not respond.  




Immediately, I leaned over and took hold of his hand said sir, I will help you. While crossing the street he told me his name and that he had been a detective in New York and due to diabetes, his veins had burst and caused him to go blind.



Philippians 2:3

Let nothing be done through contention, neither by vain glory: but in humility, let each esteem others better than themselves:



  1. I especially appreciate the wisdom of kindness expressed in giving food to a needy person and NOT money$$$!!! Handouts of money too often enable drug use and other problematic behaviors that wind up making their problems worse. When a homeless person needs help, the best way is to provide the material of the need: food, a coat, shoes, etc, but NEVER cash, and preferably not things easily converted to cash.
    “If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace, be warmed and filled,’ without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also, faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.”
    James 2:15-17

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