missed opportunity

Over the weekend I was in the Target checkout lane with my boys.  Jasper was determined to throw something out of the cart and Josh disappeared for a few minutes.  The man in front of me was buying only a box of donuts and used a gift card.  I glanced up as the checkout girl told him the card was 34 cents short.  Picking up the book Jasper just tossed on the floor, I looked again to see the man apologize and push the donuts back on the counter.  He left without purchasing anything.  I was so confused by what happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to react.  Of course I had 34 cents in my wallet that I could have given that man.  After we checked out I looked around outside for him but he was nowhere to be seen.  Ugh, I kicked myself all day for missing that opportunity.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I can help other people, especially in my area.  It’s funny because we are so tight on money right now and yet I’m more aware of how much we still have.  That man could not afford to buy donuts for under three dollars.  We still splurge on Starbucks occasionally.  I feel very lucky to live in a nice house and we’re able to get groceries when we need to.  Sure, there have been times lately where we have close to no money in the checking but I know payday will eventually come.  I know that months down the road we’ll somehow be back on our feet again.  How long will it take that man to get on his feet?

Author: kimberly on Wednesday, July 14, 2010 1:26 pm
2 responses to “missed opportunity”
  1. Eunice says:

    I hate when I miss those. I have had many cold, winter mornings in Denver where I’ve stopped for a cup of coffee and thought to buy an extra in case the man on the corner was there, and sometimes, I didn’t, and felt badly that he was there and waiting – even though he didn’t expect it from me at all.

    The difference between you and a bunch of other people is that you actually noticed – and cared. That is why I love you. :)

  2. Eunice says:

    This also makes me think of how much flack that I used to get for spending my days off volunteering on a habitat site when I could barely pay rent – everyone would argue that I needed help too, and I would always just say that God was taking care of me, but God needed me to help these people too.

    And he was. Many weeks, I’d wake up Saturday morning with ten dollars to my name and rent due at midnight. A double shift later and rent was covered. It still amazes me to think about.

    When you look out for others, you soon discover that others are looking out for you.

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