CHOICE

I read the stories of hope and gratitude. A story of an old woman stranded and a poor young man named Joe, helping her on that cold and rainy night to change a tire. She offered him money for his help, but he declined, stating that he wished she would pay it forward. Later the old woman stopped at a small diner. It was an out of the way place. The waitress was young and eight months pregnant. She was kind and helpful to the old woman, bringing a towel to her to wipe of the rain from her head. The woman left after paying the check. The waitress saw that there was a $100 bill on the table with a note stating that she wanted to help the waitress out as someone had helped her in her time of need. The waitress returned home after her shift and handed the moey to her husband, He was washing the dirt and grime off his hands. She could see his trousers and shirt were dirty. ‘Joe, you won’t believe what happened at work tonight.

Stories like this often will bring tears and heavy emotion. It is like a well opens up within me. I am empathic and feel deeply. I believe what I feel in these moments is the love in the world struggling against the hatred and ignorance that has been given and microphone and large speaker in the form of Social Media. Hatred and ignorance always shouts from the distance, love comes in close and whispers in our ears. This gives us a choice, to live with anger and hatred or with love and understanding in our hears… I, myself, accept to tears of love.