tale of the turkey
Mister Martin Good W. was walking down the streets of Los Angeles one day. This day was no different than any other, same boss, same job, same blessings, same wishes and prayers for something different. He walked down his familiar street he always did...to his car, to go home from the tedius job he had worked for years.
Along the street there was a homeless woman. She cried out with her black toothless mouth,
"Hey mister, please, could you lemme have some money for some food? I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything in days, please, help me get some food?"
Martin could not ignore such a sincere plea. Being a believer...he felt compassion in him, telling him to do something.
"All right," he said. "What would you like to eat?"
and the homeless woman started...
"I want a turkey sandwich with extra onions, some tomatoes, no mayonaise, pepper and honey mustard...."
As her list went on and on, Martin thought to himself, "what on earth is this lady thinking? here I am helping her out of the goodness of my heart...and she has a list? she should be grateful for anything at all...if she really is starving..." But Mister Good W. held his tongue, it was a service of kind he was doing, and he wasn't going to let bitterness into his heart.
He went into a nearby deli shop, and while standing in line, he felt a tug on his sleeve. A stranger was getting his attention.
"Excuse me, are you helping that poor woman?" she said.
"Yes, I am trying to, haha..." spoke Martin, as the line was very long.
"Well, I think that is a beautiful thing you are doing. So kind of you to do that for her."
"Oh...well, thank you Miss," he responded.
Martin heard a loud voice behind him. When he turned to the source, he found it was the homeless woman, trying to get his attention. She was mentioning something about chips, and to not get the spicy kind. Martin, laughing at the hilarity, just smiled and said, "All right, I'll get it." He looked to his side where the stranger had been to see if she had noticed this, to see that she had vanished.
Puzzled, Martin paid for the meal, left the deli and made his way back to the homeless lady, sitting on the dirty sidewalk, special order turkey sandwich, chips, and water in hand. As Martin gave her the meal with a smile and started to leave, the woman called back to him, "Can't you exchange this for a soda?"
"No, trust me, drink the water, it's better for you, it will make you feel good. Have a nice day."
Mister Martin was flabbergasted. He could not conceive why this woman was still persisting such an ungrateful attitude, and was about to mouth off to the woman, a tiny God-like voice in his head said, "DO YOU SEE WHAT I DO?"
------based on a true story
author: not me.
Every day i...we...ask God for things...i want this, i want that. He gives us something different, something extra, and we say, "i dont want this, cant i get something else, something more?"
and He stays with us in kindness, He still provides, He goes on giving us the desires of our hearts. I praise Him for being more patient, benevolent, and loving, than my mind can conceive....and not giving up on me when i forget to thank Him for His incredible blessings.
Along the street there was a homeless woman. She cried out with her black toothless mouth,
"Hey mister, please, could you lemme have some money for some food? I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything in days, please, help me get some food?"
Martin could not ignore such a sincere plea. Being a believer...he felt compassion in him, telling him to do something.
"All right," he said. "What would you like to eat?"
and the homeless woman started...
"I want a turkey sandwich with extra onions, some tomatoes, no mayonaise, pepper and honey mustard...."
As her list went on and on, Martin thought to himself, "what on earth is this lady thinking? here I am helping her out of the goodness of my heart...and she has a list? she should be grateful for anything at all...if she really is starving..." But Mister Good W. held his tongue, it was a service of kind he was doing, and he wasn't going to let bitterness into his heart.
He went into a nearby deli shop, and while standing in line, he felt a tug on his sleeve. A stranger was getting his attention.
"Excuse me, are you helping that poor woman?" she said.
"Yes, I am trying to, haha..." spoke Martin, as the line was very long.
"Well, I think that is a beautiful thing you are doing. So kind of you to do that for her."
"Oh...well, thank you Miss," he responded.
Martin heard a loud voice behind him. When he turned to the source, he found it was the homeless woman, trying to get his attention. She was mentioning something about chips, and to not get the spicy kind. Martin, laughing at the hilarity, just smiled and said, "All right, I'll get it." He looked to his side where the stranger had been to see if she had noticed this, to see that she had vanished.
Puzzled, Martin paid for the meal, left the deli and made his way back to the homeless lady, sitting on the dirty sidewalk, special order turkey sandwich, chips, and water in hand. As Martin gave her the meal with a smile and started to leave, the woman called back to him, "Can't you exchange this for a soda?"
"No, trust me, drink the water, it's better for you, it will make you feel good. Have a nice day."
Mister Martin was flabbergasted. He could not conceive why this woman was still persisting such an ungrateful attitude, and was about to mouth off to the woman, a tiny God-like voice in his head said, "DO YOU SEE WHAT I DO?"
------based on a true story
author: not me.
Every day i...we...ask God for things...i want this, i want that. He gives us something different, something extra, and we say, "i dont want this, cant i get something else, something more?"
and He stays with us in kindness, He still provides, He goes on giving us the desires of our hearts. I praise Him for being more patient, benevolent, and loving, than my mind can conceive....and not giving up on me when i forget to thank Him for His incredible blessings.