A helping hand?
I was home getting ready to go shopping with my daughter and I heard a voice tell me to get a bag, so without thinking I got a trash bag and put it in my purse. I hear the voice quite often it’s loud, clear, always seems to be coming from somewhere above, and most importantly always right Well anyway we were on our way and came to a stoplight Two people were crossing the street when suddenly the paper bag one of them was carrying broke, everything fell over the street, I grabbed the plastic bag jumped out of the car handed the bag to the woman she seemed dazed and didn’t know what to do so I took the bag and started scooping up the everything and I was thinking to my self “see how easy this is why can’t you do it” suddenly I smelled liquor I felt myself inwardly back away. I thought their drunk. I looked up stopped and gave the bag to the women standing there. She thanked me and I ran back to the car which was still at the stoplight. I felt so depressed and told my daughter; she said are you sorry you did that?
I wasn’t really sorry but I thought “how often does something like that happen”. You would think it would be a good thing. I was depressed for the rest of the day in fact it weighed on my mind so much I talked about to several people. Some said maybe they weren’t drunk maybe a bottle of liquor broke maybe. I don’t know. Usually I handle the situation and forget it but not this time.
I wasn’t really sorry but I thought “how often does something like that happen”. You would think it would be a good thing. I was depressed for the rest of the day in fact it weighed on my mind so much I talked about to several people. Some said maybe they weren’t drunk maybe a bottle of liquor broke maybe. I don’t know. Usually I handle the situation and forget it but not this time.
