Friday, November 22, 2013
The other day as I was wandering aimlessly around downtown Denver, I was approached by a homeless woman. (This is nothing unusual - I seem to be very approachable to those down on their luck, and rarely do I keep walking...I will listen to their story)
She told me she liked my bag, and said to me "Please, please don't be mean to me." She then asked me about the necklace I was wearing. It is a small silver envelope that opens. She asked if it was a locket and if I had anything in it. I told her that no, it was not a locket, but it did open and that it held a message from my parents. I opened it for her and she read the message "Dear daughter, I was never as blessed as the day you were born. I love you."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked if my parents were still alive. I said that yes, they were. She asked if I appreciated them. I responded that I did more than words could say. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she told me that both of her parents passed about 6 years ago, and she never got to tell them how much they meant to her.
She then asked if I had any money, which of course, I didn't (I don't usually carry cash or change), and before I could offer to take her to the McDonald's down the street and buy her lunch, she touched me on the arm, told me it was OK, that I gave her more than money, and walked away.
I looked down at my phone, and when I looked back up, she was gone - I never did find this woman again. I do believe that she was sent to me for a reason. I believe she was sent to me to remind me that no matter what is going on in my day, there is always something to be thankful for.