The Kindness of a Stranger
Sitting on the bus with a
thirst. My little girl asking
me for a drink, yet I have
nothing to give.
A kind
stranger over hears. An old
lady with silvery grey hair.
She taps my daughter on the
shoulder with a bottle of spring
water.
It is a lesson learned, giving
from the heart. Sometimes you do
not need to look far. The human
touch can still spill from the heart
with love, meaning so much.
My faith has
increased from that encounter, that
minute in the hour. With an old
silvery grey haired lady on the bus.
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